They can't lose a moment In this bent paralytic swindle Ominous parasites touch and tell It's a widespread industry that consumes landlords
Tales of debauchery and forced longings The ghost trace gobbles your mate Dealers stress your leisure Wilderness and wasteland bend to live
The holiday pain, the empty taunts Her easy lover's conspicuous biting There was nothing to conceal She had to live in denim shreds subdividing the zone
What will she become? She gave away her face to a drone companion Without her he was nothing And she got stuck on the pain
Every party seemed new A homespun trip with the girls The initiates all had guns and brain arrows Mouth ropes for a party of five
Zero took two Blood took the other three Now they're as good as new Desire patents that any drone could use
