touch my unmealed body like a holocaust joke
how many minds does it take to ***** in a
light-bulb - - - one if they've got an idea !

touch my unmealed body like a genocide
survivorman kommandant ki(ll)ss me so
softy directly to the lips he's a sly one, a
little flirtatious and can i blame him he's
got victims up the ying yang darkbright
why would he choose me for the camp
nap eternal?

touch my unmealed body like a holocaust joke
touch my unmealed body - - - make me drop t
he soap so i know what it is to lean in love as
you grab me - - won't fall won't fall i'm yours
as you yonder and ponder and make my insides
collapse with what god endowed as gify measure

but you save me, so I lean in love and i do not
fall
u grab me like a lover, slap me like a brother,
speak softly like a mother - - now you smother
and you smother and you smother but you save
me, so I lean in love and do not fall

so I lean in love and do not fall

so I lean in love and do not *fall

The bed is cold when you turn in at night
   because the frigid winter winds have settled in too
   and like a fool you left the window open all day
You take a dab of speed as the lamp goes dim
   its the only thing to keep tumescence
   when you make love to a lover you no longer love
******* is no longer sport, only a chore
   and the night birds at the window sing a song of sadness
   beady eyes keeping tabs on the city boy's blues
When the day is done the television screeches, unreality television
   you're so depressed and you have nothing, not even sleep
   and the cold body beside you snores through the night
Even on rare occasions of sleep, you only dream of dying
   fiery bus brought with peasant's tokens is burning
   as it flies over some cliff face and you remain stoic
Waking only in afternoon sunsets with a sore head and dry mouth
   stumble down the stairs to an empty kitchen and the cat has **** again
   you clean the mess and make a sandwich, no topping just butter
How many days can pass before you crawl to the shop to buy food
   and you contemplate suicide as you scrape the tub of butter again
   falling upstairs in a somber stupor, vomiting after eating
She comes home from work and calls it off, packing her bags
   you roll another joint without words being spoken
   she closes the door and the already broken window breaks more
Smoking on your herbal solitude and preparing the last hit
   that sweet tender brown in a spoon you found
   it hits the vein and you feel happiness, first and final time
Sitting in some trash-found chair and reading Camus
   these are the final moments, surely you cannot hold on
   Abner Jay is playing and you fall asleep forever