The past

[Obscene Eyedeas]

Meth in a jar of shit, addiction defecated in the open wound
Suicide is always good when your name is on the tomb,
Some wombs were never meant to bear any fruit,
meth in your veins, releasing the dreams of the past

I love the sound of your pain
as the razor blade dildo enters
slicing its way to your orgasm
lay down and die sweetly deary

I care not for the past
but the meth brings it back
so ill slice up your neck
and drink from it too

Sleep away your troubles
As i sleep away the pain