To Whom It May Consume

(альбом: To Whom It May Consume - 1999)

Would you kill for me?

I have no control I'm kept at its disposal
I never would of gave a damn to recite my proposal
Take my life my soul into yours show my eyes what bliss is
Addicted to your deadly kiss again your voice has pulled me in

[Brooks Buford:]
Vegitation euforic hope, I'm graspin
Walking out the methadone clinic fuck it, I'm relapsing
Geeked up on more snow than Aspen looking for fudge ripple
I got my rig life is good, oh how you fig bump up my dose to triple
Main line nodding out falling on my spine
CC's and cheap wine back to the land of the blind
Rewind, opium dens knocking out brain cells in the tens of thousands
Hookers and junkie heads and shitty housing oh how arousing
Day six in the desert on a horse with no name
Gradual suicide but whose to blame
I guess it's nobody's fault, I'm just lame nothing stops
Cause if I'm headed back to detox I'm drinking Clorox
I don't feel cope adapt or deal cause nothing's real
The realness wasn't enough Heroin a could dine mass of pills
Breathless self so I welcome armageddon I trade my life
For a moment of bliss and wear a monkey in the midst

I have no control I'm kept at its disposal
I never would of gave a damn to recite my proposal
Take my life my soul into yours show my eyes what bliss is
Addicted to your deadly kiss again your voice has pulled me in
(Sail on silver girl)

[Steaknife:]
And now I'm racing through ghost city streets
On glass fire concrete twin peaks bloody feet
So mature thoughts incomplete sweating paranoia in vain
Flesh stained with bruises and track veins
Feeling the pain crush my pain rush
CT's run erratically an addict in need of fix
All any of us in our gotta have it life static sweating
Throwing up guts ice cold running a fever and nights I like
By the second thought check it eyes stayed on the clock
Picking at sores swiping blood from pores dry skin and coarse
My mental is lost like the woods constantly connect with a source
To copp and plead heaven my candle was lit that spoon ready
Nerves far from steady top heavy hearts beating bet he
Veins ripped to confetti there's the door I can taste the whore
Like I'm getting ready to score time to sin bring it in now

I have no control I'm kept at its disposal
I never would of gave a damn to recite my proposal
Take my life my soul into yours show my eyes what bliss is
Addicted to your deadly kiss again your voice has pulled me in
(Sail On Silver Girl)

[Danny Boone:]
Dementia if I live shit deranged strange a inch away from danger
Pinch you skin and bite your lip and light your piece and sacrifice your peace
Burn em up until you sternum collapse perhaps the urge it takes to purge your spirit
Angelic voice ride ya same lane right beside ya hide ya panic frantic mutters
Trouble scheming on living you remember when it was a rumor
In your family tomb or alone lonely methadone to laugh at public pass the homeless so
When if I die or buckle if I fly no salvation in any place and I bathe in defecation
Always but I can taste when I cough sicker than pain continue lacing my thought
Bought death by the baggie use to be plenty you tease the disease
Using brings ease temporarily remission's killing me please
Hurry up sooner you bury me the better
My eyes ain't getting no redder I ain't getting no deader

I have no control I'm kept at its disposal
I never would of gave a damn to recite my proposal
Take my life my soul into yours show my eyes what bliss is
Addicted to your deadly kiss again your voice has pulled me in
(Sail On Silver Girl)

Would you kill for me?