My bedroom smells like rotten food And I guess so do I It’s harder to be good in here Than it is to starve and die
I’d give my body to satan If I could only keep my soul But I can’t seem to find the split Between them anymore
My hair is falling out again And I don’t really care I try to stir my conscience It was never really there
Your fingers up inside of me Feel like fingers down my throat Everything is fine in heaven But I’ll never get to know
Make sacrifice in bathtubs And stained bed covers Soak all of my clothes in holy water And drown them like a crying son Drown them like a crying daughter Praying in the night to the angels of porn Nails in their wrists and knees on the floor Great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone
