Gash Addict - Street Sects

A stain on the wall

To remind them all

That I existed

Pieces of meat

And bone

And dreams

An empty trailer

Id and ego

Twice dissected

Pleasure lends itself to habit

Board the windows

Burn the mattress

Nothing clean

Except for silence

Following memories of her

The skin, the wheel, the high

The elephant hanging around

Not worth what it cost

So why didn’t we ask for something more?

Bury the failures and move on…

Because fear finds your hope

And shuts it down

Visiting privileges gone

Rebirth, parole… denied

The elephant’s living here now

We share a room

So why don’t we suffer for something more?

Bury desire and keep our heads on

Long enough to make something more

Than a fucking mess