Brain Dead

I smash bars like it's crash up derby
Fuck groupie sluts, dog, my ass so dirty
Act 21, bitch, but I'm over 30
I love doing drugs, I don't go to bed early
I quit doing drugs, I could feel my brain melting
Talking to myself but these talks ain't helping
Watching a racial porn, I do not feel filthy
Fuck anything that walks with three holes, I'm so guilty
Looking in the mirror like, "Help me"
My reflection walked away, that bitch selfish
Relentless, belt on the helpless
I'm heartless, not true, but I'm filled up with darkness
Ripped up and stomped on, avoid me like swamp rats
No contact, I ain't fucking short, bitch, I'm compact
How could I be so popular and lonely?
Don't even need to fuck, just someone that'll hold me
Girl to hold my head and tell me that I'm not a monster
Now you know the answer why I fuck at every concert

I just want to punch out, I just want to lunge out
Grab somebody by the throat, cut their fucking tongues out
Put a potato on the barrel for the muffling
Put it to my temple, I seduce you with my suffering
I just want to punch out, I just want to lunge out
Grab somebody by the throat, cut their fucking tongue out

Rape me like a female ape with forced entry
Grab my cock and tell me you love me but do it gently
Put some cocaine on the table, yes please, tempt me
Instead I drive at night all alone, I'm so empty
I must be the most miserable alive
Avoiding conversations 'til I wither up and die
You see the snakes slither through the flies
See the maggots in the skull start crawling out the eyes
Euphoric aura to a dull and blackened background
Swinging with the Louisville Slugger, I won't back down
Brain dead, my aim's bad, focus blurred and foggy
Realize it's age, hit the sauna and start jogging
Suicide king, call my next of kin
But I feel excellent as long as I'm on Dexedrine
The beast tastings available on East Hastings
Feel spacey, memories erasing

I just want to punch out, I just want to lunge out
Grab somebody by the throat, cut their fucking tongue out
Put a potato on the barrel for the muffling
Put it to my temple, I seduce you with my suffering
I just want to punch out, I just want to lunge out
Grab somebody by the throat, cut their fucking tongues out