Every time your eyes meet mine small children die
Shadows, rust, decay
Filth of the street will raise its head just to touch you
Worth so much now aren't we aren't we
Like a junkie willing to say anything to get more
Nod your head like a good girl
Blackened wings spread into night sky like hooker thighs
Before the dawn arrives
More scumfuckers more jobs to hate
Tedious tasks for those too lazy to qualify themselves for harder work
SOMEONE has got to get things together
Wait for epiphany to arrive? Not a chance
You rot in complacence
You and I together my friend
Shadows, rust, decay we are
All are one
When you hear a gunshot you know you could be next
Brotherhood of sorts, eh?
Come a little closer for an easy escape
But you look so lonesome, dear
Mine all mine
Whore
