Ripped clothes lay here on the floor Your by my side I can’t even remember your name Mine is called shame or so I’m told Make up running down my eyes You down my thighs I push and I shove Watch you race down my throat Losing my patience waiting for relief I don’t have food but my addiction is full
No saving you Livid all of the time I want to cradle you forever more Living on the bottom of my mind Living in your blood stream I’m your hell Eating your brains out No more questions just lies I beg and crawl through the base of my head I need to be carried away to a place where I can be safe When the bugs quit attacking my skin And the voices will agree what to do with me