atop of your mirror the sinister sound of crystalline powder, whispers maniacal cackles as it's crushed, crackled beneath the apathetic plastic card, somehow sensual
your identity, face down - grinning
rub it in soft circles on your favorite reflection
'Which one of your nostrils is more open to this sort of thing?'
the frightened boy fumbles for his devil's dollar bill, it's a fascist nose-nozzle vice-vacuum, poison-sourdough death-demon
breathe in your shattered fiberglass fix, ****'s as cool as ice-cold *****, stings like a frost-bitten *****
snort, shiver - twitch!
"(Ooh White Lines) Vision dreams of passion (Blowinβ through my mind) and all the while I think of you (High price) a very strange reaction (For us to unwind) the more I see, the more I do (Something like a phenomenon) Baby! (Tellin your body to come along, but white lines blow away) (Blow! Rock it! Blow!)"
Ticket to ride, white line highway Tell all your friends, they can go my way Pay your toll, sell your soul