Do not spoon feed me,
with your fleshy hand
Love has no palate
He's pompous and bland
My belly is tumid
your cream is too thick
You blaze with the fire
our flame has no wick
You burn me to ash
say, "I don't feel a thing"
Light a few matches
your heart doesn't sting
Smoke like a chimney
see if I care
Go on, get wasted
you've minutes to spare
Why not let liquor,
dictate your life?
She's done it before
she'll make a good wife
She won't let you drive
she won't let you speak
She sounds like most women
what more do you seek?
Your blunt and your flask,
they make a good pair
The flask omits me
the blunt omits air
I often bite
I'm like the wind
'Forgive me father?
I have sinned'
Of the seven deadly,
is pride the worst?
Shall I speak with God
or Satan first?
If I ask for God,
I find a queue
If I ask for Satan,
I find you
Is God the devil
when he's drunk?
Has he fits of rage?
Has his liver shrunk?
I love God
you are him, my fiend
Though you've never been handsome
Though you've never been kind
I bleed darkness
down a rusty drain
God, you are my darkness
God, you are my pain