A Coin On Each Eye (feat. Matt Tobin of Dead And Divine)
throw your money on the stage, take a second, explain like the pest that won't go away, in the presence of waste the animal has lost its touch the description fits, covered in bed bugs the taste that numbs more than the tongue she wants to get paid
it plays over and over in her head these pills will have her wound up dead you scold her, you leave her in this dark world
time's up..
wash it off, this is all so abrasive harlot is the girl that carries the virus we've all tasted she rides the new wave, teaches me things I've never heard of I must confess, her clothes undressed, class dismissed fuck you!
(taste it, clear your head with the rope that you hang yourself with have you felt ease in between your knees? do you worship me? I'm your man, I've got a stack of your saviour in my hand the difference between you and me is how we see the colour green)
all the money in the world, and all of your prescriptions cannot save you from yourself you're just a girl