Chemical Burns (feat. Lotte Kestiner & Eyedea)

[Sadistik]

Veins as a road map, grabbing cold black in a throat that

Will not hold old habit, Kodak moments pass

I wrote spots on a toe-tag, the old made me so sad

That no taste of Cognac or Prozac antidote, twisting my skull

Out with the head, head like a hole Nine Inch Nails pressed to the bone

Go out alone, try and fail, I inhaled dead to the world

Ethanol on your pedestal, burning chemical burns

hurt worse than skeletal, so skeptical at first, perfect

Cursive in hell, the sweet silver bells all seem to say leave please

Demons will play, eating out, new and old, food for the soul -

The less you know, the less you feel

I am cursed with intelligence that I can not heal

Kneel, kill, death to the bourgeois, proletariat with the new song

Noose on a bony neck, loneliness, opiate, and a bruised jaw

God is not, no one owns me, there is no work, no robot, no cold feet

No God, just strong, homeless, soulless sold-so-so-long

[Lotte Kestner]

Pay attention to paint peeling

Slow as the burn you feel

Break the heart you should never have

You can bury anything

In the forest

[Eyedea]

I'm a living wire in a dead world, I'm a good boy, but I'm a better girl7

Eyes closed, finger on the trigger, a different inch I'm free

You are a widow, liver of liquor, Suboxone under my tongue

Dull, once again to die young

I had fun, watching dad try to run, but he left a black hole inside his son

If we're being Frank, I'm an average Joe, cop shop

Jake and Johnny, Jack and Coca-Cola, 6 their only tsunami

Honestly, I could not even get to the back row

So how do you expect me to drown, upset or hurt me

You and what army, we're clear, I'm here

In a rearview mirror, coming to a theater near you

To push you away from your fears, corner him

It's usually break-a-leg, she told me to break a heart

I did not know what to say exactly, so I left

And then I thought I should at least have told her, thank you

But that's how it goes, where the grass grows

There is a past in the time capsule, I am drawn to your shadow

All the last drip until I'm broke

Let's make this storm feel clean, the war machine of the cowardly man

Blue plots, plots and schemes, ripened fruits, rotten dreams

Without thinking, I told a lie, nothing I would not do to save my own behind

I'm a live wire burning dead inside

But I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead until I die

Yes, cut your wrists on a glass slide

I can not change my past, but I can kiss it now and make it last

Remove trash, break, burn, another relapse

Make meat rework maybe

There is an intermittent smile and frown behind his mask