Beaten Back To Pure

Wheelchair drawn chariot
Marking time near the sun
Earthworms laughter
Under wood I carve fingers on..
Kicking back with the shakes
Face down in the snow
Insane from drinking
Wash my hands off you
Like a whore in a candy store
Touch whatevers within reach
Six times more filling than you rmouth of rotten teeth
Find myself cheering for your abuse
Like Im ringside behind close doors
With a press hat and cigarette
Boys run from the cockeyed girl
Held down by your dreams
Delusions of self sufficiency
Ive seen whats wrong with you
Youre a fuckin junkie with a record for christsakes
Nobody wants a crackwhore dipping her cock soaked hand in the till
Thought nobody would notice, didnt you?
Well I fucking did..
[ Pillars Of Tomorrow, Piles Of Yesterday Lyrics ]