Tastes Bad

Well, I've never really had a pretty illness
A wet, hot reason to be sad
A government subsidies, suicide
And I wanted one so bad
I pray for an addiction to my own blood
A little blood left to dry
To make someone I love come and cry for me
And lie for me

Who would die for me? Who would die for me?

It tastes bad, and are you happy yet?
It tastes bad
Like your cigarette, it tastes bad
And it’s not enough, it tastes bad
It's sex and death, but it's not love

I’ve been flirting with the chilling void
For many, many years dressing up to see him
Trying hard to please his ears
Well, he slept with me just twice
He wouldn't give me anymore
When I wear my bloodshot eyes he
Wants me as his whore

So fucking die for me and cry for me
Who would lie for me? Who would lie for me?

It tastes bad, and I'm not happy yet
It tastes bad
Like your cigarette, it tastes bad
And it's not enough, it tastes bad
It's sex and death, and it's not love