Detoxicant Clockstomp Lyrics

Disgusting man in my head again.
Blacked out on chemicals type of stop being me.
Tired unconscious mannering rehearses.
Violent and deadly fluids exchange between she and me.
Devil woman type of disease.
These detoxicants clockstomp a fuck blast.
Content adhedon.
The wolf-man fuck bath life I live.
Praised in the leg-wounds, growing hair in the dark.
Mostly used in anatomic combat dissolving across the floor.
And heart-locked actions waste away.
The gnashing gnarly, drool small.
Not sorry for much from here.
But I wish you happy endings.
We were more than just sleep or just fucking fake it for all I care.
Be jealous, be rottentrigue, be poor in no graphical understanding,
But if ever a fogged over-fucking thought.
I celebrate with you, hurt woman, a copious tyrannical street love.
The innocent repectator in me is as quick and as hard as I must.
But may you boil to dust Come back and die twice style, only the passive, Intro to the sound of all gods conception conceived all at once like hearing father nails exploding in his grave.