vile

It's piss running down the walls
I don't know what I am doing anymore
I grab things as they go
And I run up the hill shouting the dance moves are the same
Stop slithering your dirty livers down to places
With no intention of amusement

Fits the bill that's for sure
And I'm confident that he's run off with a cigar and a saxophone
Same licks different sticks
With no money left to grab
I got no faith in this future
But I'm too tangled up to grab and

Go go voodoo dolls
Shivering extremes
It's like everything we're up against
Conformed into a singularity
Were no good can ever come from
Black holes"