Little Death

Time lapse
Ass backwards
Hap hazard
Predator
Not a metaphor
He did some damage
He took advantage
But not how you think
Did his bidding
Are you kidding
I guess I'm a liar
Pants on fire
But not mine
Flip that dime
This ain't my crime
Drunk whore
Not anymore
That's folklore
Now I remember what I do
You don't have a clue
I don't have anything to hide from you
And that's the truth
So don't underestimate me
I'm not a fragile leaf
Or a gas-lighted meek
But kiss me deep
Steal my breath
Little Death
La petite Morte
Contort
My mouth
Abort
This sport
Of ours
Dick jokes
Choke holds
It's getting old
My crack pipe
Just might
Re-ignite
I need a lap dance
It's my last chance
For a brain zap
So mind my gap
Cause he's apt to tap that and be rapt
Rehab
Prefab
I'll be back
LSD
Is my key
To divinity
White lights
Take over
My body for eternity
Strap on
Head strong
Dead on
Your dead wrong
About me
In my corner
Out to get me
Which are you
I'm going crazy
Gossip king
Must be gospel
F*ck it
Up my nostril
This isn't why I'm here
This shit is fucking with my life
I wanna pick up the pipe
For fucking real
It's gonna kill
I wanna hot shot
Why not
Top notch
Hop scotch
Till my brain rots
Walk these train tracks
Take me straight back
To that death trap
Of caps and tips
That rip my skin
As I push them gently in
To let that yayo in
And things begin to ring
Deafening
Deadening
Melt in
To the floor
Till I'm no more
Till I'm not a whore