I'm from the side of the tracks where you won't come back
Sometimes fade to white, sometimes to black
Secreting the pus of another failed lust
My intentions only bending on a whim or a fuck
So break the glass over my face and watch me go hard
If I got no other outlet you better hope you'll go far
Because sickles and hammers aren't only symbolic
They can be used to intrude on your systems metabolic
Contortionists form a fist and slick the road for communists
A bottomless populace heavy handed and cacophonous
Desolate like postulates from existentialists, mop your shit
And follow it with sawed-off tits, shotguns for columnists
So open up these fucking veins, I got no reason to try and change
Scatter-brained, like blood insane in dark fantasies untamed
Unchained and shitfaced and horse-laced with your taste
My way is the highway so don't fuck with my dick deranged
I'm sick like
HIV, it's exciting
To know you're dying
From the first breath
You're primed for death
And there's nothing left
Like 21 grams
And snuff sexts
It's a blank slate
And my blood's paint
For the walls of
The Satanic Saints
To fuck my brain
And kill myself
Because it's easier
Than killing everyone else
No fucking effort, no giving a shit
Surely I am broken like a Muslim's clit
So you're right to be scared
Sure you're checking my history
To make sure that no one
Is trying to fuck me
I'm ugly, my soul is black
And I'm happily taking nothing back
I told you I needed an outlet
But don't assume I'm finished yet