Ger/Eng
Looking at the window like I'm staring at a television
Smoking just to pass the time
Slick had died and Christ has risen
Listen to the sixes hissing
Tipping crucifixes
Missing pieces in my wrist it seems I'm sleeping
Chest beating ceases
Riding in the Cadillac with cataracts
Lungs black and chapped
Should have put a cap on those ashes
Lacking in fashion
♥♥♥♥ getting cashed out ♥♥♥♥♥
I'm lacking
You're plastic, recyclable and everlasting