You are the sweetest disease for me. I can't hear you say please to me. There's nothing you cannot say to me. Come on get down and pray with me. . Get down.
I keep account of my hits and my misses. The bottle makes the final call. Fuel me with some of your kisses. Turn towards the weeping wall. Distilled within your discipline.
Into this void I will give my Self-Control.. Inside this noise is a weak and godless soul.. . Give me what I know.. Feel this ego.. There's a rusty halo on my head..