These Things Were Meant To Kill You (Abacinate)

My head is full of change Reaching for something strange I've spent all my time just not giving fuck I can't stay Can you see... see it behind my eyes? Take it and hide it and live in the dark Please don't speak Quick ecstasy, Quick dose of Scotch Whiskey Where are my keys, I swear I can drive this thing I hope I kill little children, I hope I hit a tree Nothing to live for anyways, I've got nothing loose A good taste of snow, and it hits when it hits the back of my throat And I'm alive now! Made to thrill you, all along these things were meant to kill you Fast women and fast machines Someone who knows, but it ain't possible We'll all burn! Made to thrill you, all along these things were meant to kill you Fast women and fast machines It will always thrill you, these things above all things were meant to kill you Fast women and fast mistakes When you're drunk and stoned And you're all alone Lock all doors and destroy your fucking phone Spill the bong, talk like a wasted slob It ain't so bad as the last I had Puts my mind in overdrive Bloody nose and loss of erection A Teenage whore wants it somewhat more "It's Jesus in a bowl" She said. A sniff of H Then stomach torture I lose my mind, then get a grip Stumble, Trip, Fuck, Shit, Kill Me Quick This will be my relief Let's interbreed the sanguine seed Turn into a whore with dying eyes