you like to carry my heart in a bag that’s broken
you’re asking when do i stop, when the bottle’s empty?
blacker than my father’s soul, drunk enough to raise us all
nomad drowning rat black, black
so black you can’t even grasp the fact
blacker than a beggar’s soul, rich enough to raise us all
lead with your need as god descends
cold in the ground, what gets me this down?
the smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown
i want to drink you
f*ck you and film you
and if it ain’t sold
platinum or gold
this’ll be the biggest liar that had lived