Keeping in line with the Sewage Track

Hook me up to your mouth machine

And pump me full of poison.

I want to see me hands swell up,

My tongue turn thick and swollen.

 

Hit me up slow and good

With the devil’s sweetest liquor.

I want to watch my body burn,

To feel my molars clacker.

 

Drown me out

And wear me down,

I want to lick your demon.

I long to hear my brain cells die,

My senses fail to function.

 

Plug me up and flip my switch

to your golden-gospel gossip,

I want to watch your heart erode,

We’ll be all the better for it.