Texty: Brutal Truth. Need To Control. Mainliner.

slit the vein to lost and found
tie the sickness ingested down
eyes roll, days away
crease the gap and fold the mark
rush of heat, suppress the pain
grasping thoughts connect the dots
boot your brick and bless your next fix
cattle grazed to pass their trick

kicks for liars
it is all...

sick desire
fuel for fire

your head shoved firmly in your ass
nod out
right now