my sound

nothing real in my veins
besides the diseased cocaine
from that whore who sneezed into me
while i screamed her name
oh lusty shame

gotta claim some notes my own
gonna do it or i’m gonna drown
because i won’t allow myself to be fine
engrossed in an ocean of sound
with her not around

you see babe it no longer fits
going brain dead and getting lit
on a lonely dark character’s street
society’s standards give the easy light
but no life grows without some fight

she’ll walk right through you
ghosts don’t ring strong and true
she didn’t stay, you didn’t make her
I’d love to give her my soul
she can make me whole


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