Blisshead - Grotesque Futures Lyrics

Before i slip away
Lower me down into your veins
Before i slip away
Girl, get used to your hunger pains

Feed me my own sickness
Bath me in your gore
Feed me my own sickness
You can be the cure

Sing, sing the blues baby
Tempting my soul, tempting my soul

I loved her since
The world began
I'm telling you man
She's a 21st century re-run

Before she turns away
She twists her hips as i watch her
Before you tun away
Twist, the knife in further

Feed me my own sickness
Bath me in your gore
Feed me my own sickness
You can be the cure

Sing, sing the blues baby
Tempting my soul, tempting my soul

I loved her since
The world began
I'm telling you man
She's a 21st century re-run

I eat a cigarette for breakfast

Light a fire
Under my bones
Drag me to hell
In my blue suede shoes

Help me forget
Love me till i forget

Sing, sing the blues baby
Tempting my soul, tempting my soul