Infected
Disconnected

Its just what Ill do
Ill just keep spitting out these tunes
until everybody loves me
and loves to sing the things inside of me
Like:
Im SURE shes more than just a really great fuck!
and I wish you the best of luck
with all the whores and sores
and coked out bathroom floors

Run away to your medicine
Feel it all sliding down
Running away with your chance to say:

I NEVER thought you would sta
by lying her on your bed

you pretender