Meth Mites Songtext

This paraphiliac attraction is something that won't be tamed.
Its aftermath silently resides in a dead black vein.
All you love hate-fucked into the ground in its place
with a photograph of your hero duct taped to its face.
Like dead junkie hardware bending through scabs,
it stays stuck in the mouth from the pain.
A simple phrase slowing to stop in a dead black vein.
All you love hate-fucked into the ground in its place
with a photograph of your hero duct taped to its face.
So open wide and out with your tongue.