Strap me down in your velcro straps,
Of 80's fashion all used abundantly and all anew,
The virginity for females I will give away,
Listening to sex talks and giggling,
Like life..
Is all about that.

Bite into me,
Feel the flesh, warm and the healing that won't start,
Heart attack - Old ladies bent over their bed to pray,
How ironic?
Well, irony is a bunch of bullshit.

Bleeding over my box made out of fake wood,
Staring out the window, smoking a Pall Mall,
The dead descendant of an old lover,
Inhale Deeply and it all soon clears out of the room,
But the Stale Smell never ceases to fade away,
Like a Bad Memory staining the soul,
You always hate the smell.

Pierce unto my tongue,
The thing I always wanted,
Why?
To fill the fantasies I never had,
Because they always leave the room like the smoke of a Pall Mall.

Bend the fingernail all the way back...
until it snaps,
Like the sanity I once had,
It bleeds until it's empty,
Empty of all its life,
Life? I ask you what life is,
And you answer the three simple words "I don't know",
Well, Fuck LIFE!
Fuck its LIES!
Fuck its MEANING if there is one,
And Fuck my BLACK HEART if I even have it.

Tell me life is something SO great,
I hope I fucking rot until I release all my intestines,
Because I don't deserve to be here,
I don't know what LIFE is,
But I am trying to live the best way that I can,
So back off EVERYONE for telling me that MY LIFESTYLE SUCKS!