Sick, Sick,
Sick and Twisted
syringe make me uplifted.
Bone, Bone
and a layer of skin-
Lord I wish I was that thin.
Hair.
Shedding.
Stare,
Beheading,
Cynical insults
ignorant little ******
fighting each other with sticks
throw more stones
take out more loans
shout profanity
with such tremendous calamity
watch me care
about everyone else but you
Bake your lack of heart in a regurgitated stew.
My judgement is gone,
but not for long.
My heart beats fast,
An effect that doesn't last
Syringe Syringe
I disappear bit-by-bit
Syringe Syringe
I'm sick and twisted
Syringe Syringe
I want it, I need it
Syringe Syringe
I'm gone, I'm gone.