I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe.
Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal.
Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth.
Stare forever in the face until the fever runs out.
You know you love the taste of tetnis.
So pucker up and praise the slum lord.
Shoot up with god.
2005 • Sisters of the Red Death
2005 • Sisters of the Red Death
2001 • White Knuckled Substance
2001 • White Knuckled Substance
1999 • 6 Kisses: A Blatant Reminder of Why We Are Alive
2005 • Sisters of the Red Death
2005 • Sisters of the Red Death
2005 • Sisters of the Red Death
2005 • Sisters of the Red Death
2001 • White Knuckled Substance
1999 • 6 Kisses: A Blatant Reminder of Why We Are Alive
2000 • Blackout Analysis