Interlude Lyrics

A bad joke without lines
Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma
My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties
A stale and ugly kiss
Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh
This time harder and harder to beat the flies, the damp syphilis, the drain
Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten
There is no dark pride in loneliness
Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade
What's your pleasure, pistol or syringe?
Then take aim and fire… Watch those memories
Or drop dead