I think you're stoned yeah

well I sniff with much shit

he keeps me tall with lies

of those less fortunate

I must exterminate

well lucky continue

win my lottery

my fingers need her back

he moves around her neck

she chokes her dying breath

and blows it in my face

her sticky druggy sticks

to my more waiting flesh

it doesn't number mine

for my last kiss to taste

for my last kiss to taste

but I know it is wrong

but I'm waiting to see

how very long

I can keep up the pace