With a sudden and keen awareness to the death

Hanging off the shoppers milling about the grocery store

Zone breaker two six five

Boosting Gillette's in a hopeful exchange for a sharp, but tranquil synthetic isolate

A substance, that will make me sob pathetic to my girlfriend up high in miracle's castle

The dark disease lined across my sweaty forehead a dead giveaway, my halo

In three days it will sink down to my neck and choke me out, but she kisses mе tonight

And I imagine the word for this flavor is singed

Your monеy's no good here, the bad way

And in between deep nonsensical cries

About what's wrong with crackheads owning guns, if they're good people

I finally feel the comforting, familiar feeling of potential sleep

Rising up through the bile in my throat

Each sunrise threatens like a group of kids enchanting in tone down parish

I lay down scratching through my skin

Biting viciously to let my worry slip halfway into blissful mush

And eventually dream thinly of a green box of Pampers

In the middle of the slushy, winter pot-holed streets

Getting run over, and over, and over

By salty patterned tires, I dream of teeth falling out

I dream of swimming through dirt, and later wake up in a pool of sweat

And she gazes at me lovingly

The me she remembers, the promising mirage of water in this cruel desert

Because true love is a long and enduring thing

Like the addict in the street, using against their own will

Refusing to die, yet determined to

And to which one will I say, "I love you"?

To which one will I say, "I need you, or I'm gonna fucking die"?

Because it's true, it's true for both, after all