Forget the bones in the basement
I don’t care just what you do it for
They don’t know anything about it The fact the fiction the friction
Got moral and cocaine powder brain And a speed cocked inject Super 8 Flash car in your Detroit "What’s a name"
I confuse you
could use you
Sympathy
That’s all you wanted was their sympathy
Congratulations on your infamy
You can’t escape your own mortality
So glad to meet you
Go call the cops if you want to I don’t care
They can come if they got to
say again Three times and get out
The Pack religious conviction
Got no reason to believe they’ll be there In the after affect of the white hot god stare
You go laughingly Into the dark And all your intentions a flicker and dead spark.