ironiclast
Singer:damned things, the
you're soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell
the cold sex and the boredom sells
the death pangs and the wedding vows
this trash is fucking contagious
it runs through every inch of my veins
the death mask is a bridal veil
you snuff out all the verve
you don't feel much but you've got every nerve
what's it's like to be stoned?
going out through the trapdoor
the black sheep the lost boys are waiting for
your knees buckled from the weight of the cross
this trash is fucking contagious
it runs through every inch of my veins
the death mask is a bridal veil
you snuff out all the verve
you don't feel much but you've got every nerve
what's it's like to be stoned?
i got a black cloud above me too
this trash is fucking contagious
it covers every broken inch of my bones
the death bed is the marital tomb