Meth Mites

This paraphiliac attraction is something that won’t be tamed
Its aftermath silently resides in a dead black vein
All you love hate-f*cked into the ground in its place
With a photograph of your hero duct taped to its face
Like dead junkie hardware bending through scabs
It stays stuck in the mouth from the pain
A simple phrase slowing to stop in a dead black vein
All you love hate-f*cked into the ground in its place
With a photograph of your hero duct taped to its face
So open wide and out with your tongue