Immortal memories
Dead in a web
Where we once were our roaring head
Dead in a web
Boring people on bad cocain
Dead in a web
Sandpaper tongues forked with terms of depression
Missing limbs thin under sweet obbsession
God coming down pulling f*ckers from bars
And sticking them in driver seats of cars
Track marks the spot of the stuttering dead
But there's easier ways to blow off your head