Ozena

She's crap, she's scum - related to the gutter She never looks behind her, for there sleeps ashen past But it feels good, just like the way it should The cord burns on and on and on and on Her mouth hangs wrong, cateract coloured eyes She smells like gone from the give-up But it feels good, just like the way it should The cord burns on and on and on and on Ozena s*x was meant to kill you Lisp like a little kid, through split tongue seizures s*cking air sounds prevelent, it's a rebirth But it feels good, just like the way it should The cord burns on and on and on and on Ozena s*x was meant to kill you