Kiss a the Cold

Oh Mr. President I am a dying slave
Marijuana, Cocaine
Crack a my mind is a gutter spittoon
My loss of life isn’t much to lose
What I crave is killing me
I kiss the cold reality
Mr. Sexuality spit away the moral dream
What disease?
Cheap & sleazy fire blazing
Twist the kiss a little colder
Decay---destruction is golden
It will allow me to do anything!
Simplicity
I heard just one wise man scream
Oooh Mr. Solitude now what do we see?
Oh a kiss a the cold deep inside of me
Starving pupil — blackened vacuum
Vacant circus — skeleton zoo