The Choking Game

Smear campaigns, death threats and hate mail
Stab wound photographs in grayscale
Pick the gristle from the teeth
And wipe up all the blood that’s underneath
Pent up high school horror stories
Snuff film wet dream
Missed connections and fight scene orgies
Every ounce of pain dries up on the chain
Uncomfortable, tell myself it’s wonderful
Some days I walk on water
Some days I run on fumes
Running through the slaughter
Taking the abuse
I choked down all my anger
It’s tucked away and saved for later
Stuck in my head with pins and needles
Stuck in my head with pins and needles
Stuck in my head with pins and needles
Stuck in my head with pins and needles