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Dexie Dregs
04:50
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PISS STAINS ON ME LEGS
DRIBBLE FALLIN' FROM MY HEAD
WHITE POWDER RIPS NEW HOLES
YOUR ASSHOLE GAPES AND THRALLS.
YOU'RE A PISSWEAK CUNT, SO YOU NEED A PICK ME UP
ALL YOU'LL GET IS THROWING UP
BILE RIPS THROUGH YOUR GUTS.
SITTING IN MY SHED
SMOKING METH, NOTHING LEFT
CRUSH ONE DOWN, ROLL BACK YOUR HEAD HIT THAT SHIT
DEXI DREGS RIP THROUGH MY HEAD GIVE ME STRENGTH.
BRAIN HAEMORRHAGE NLEED OUT FAST NOW IM DEAD.
BROKEN BOTTLES, LIVER SPOTS
ANOTHER DAY OF GUT ROT.
LITTLE PILLS KEEP ME AWAKE
KEEP MY EYES FROM FALLING SHUT.
SITTING IN MY SHED
SMOKING METH, NOTHING LEFT
CRUSH ONE DOWN, HIT THAT SHIT DEXIE DREGS
MY SHAME
KNOWS NO BOUNDS, NOTHING TO GAIN.
MY LIFE
HAS NO DIRECTION, JUST THIS USELESS ERECTION.
MY FACE.
RATTLES LIKE THAT OF A WINDOWPANE.
MY VEINS.
WITHERED INSIDE FROM THE DAYS BY THE DRAIN.
CANNOT FIND REFUGE FROM ALL OF THIS PAIN
CANNOT ESCAPE ALL OF THIS SHAME.
TERRIFIED FROM THE THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN.
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Sex Sick
03:09
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MY KNOB LOOKS TERRIBLE, I THINK I'VE GOT THRUSH
BOILS ON THE OLD FELLA ABOUT TO FUCKING GUSH
NEED TO APPLY A CREAM, SMELLS LIKE A SARDINE
APPLY IT FUCKING THICK, SMELL MAKES ME FUCKING SICK
NOW I FEEL
THE THROBBING
OF MY PUS
FILLED COCK
AWAITING DIAGNOSIS
BEFORE IT FUCKING FALLS OFF.
WORRIED COS IM SICK
SICK COS IM WORRIED
IM SICK, SEX FUCKING SICK
LIVING IN A CONSTANT COLD SWEAT
FEELING FEVERISH AND ILL
ALL I'VE GOT IS TIME TO KILL, HAVE I GOT HIV?
GOD IT HURTS TO PEE.
LESIONS
ERUPTING FLESH
SECRETIONS
MIGHT LEAD TO DEATH.
(REPEAT PRE CHORUS AND CHORUS).
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NPRD
02:39
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NAIL POLISH REMOVER FUCKING DUMP.
DISTILLED ALCOHOLIC
FERMENTED GRAIN MASH
SHIT OUT MY INTESTINES.
CHEMICAL CONCOCTION IN MY FUCKING GUT
SMELLS LIKE ITS A SOLVENT
I HAVE SHIT MY GRUTS.
NAIL POLISH REMOVER FUCKING DUMP.
OUTBREAK OF GASTRITIS, WHAT THE FUCKS IN THERE?
DO I EVEN CARE?
MY BODY FEELS LIKE CHARRED WHITE OAK
TYPICALLY AGED IN A WOODEN CASKET.
ETHANOL
TORN ASSHOLE
NO BOG ROLL.
SHART.
NAIL POLISH REMOVER FUCKING DUMP.
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4. |
Docket Booze
03:33
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SIFTING THROUGH MY POCKETS, FULL OF COINS AND LINT
AN AFTER DINNER MINT, TRUTH IS I'M FUCKING SKINT.
WEEKS WORTH OF GROCERIES AND MY MONEYS NEARLY GONE
DRINKINGS ON THE CARDS AGAIN
WHAT THE FUCK IS HAVING FUN.
DOCKET BOOZE
A SAVING GRACE
A WORTHY FIND
THE MEANS TO GET GET COMPLETELY FUCKING BLIND
DOCKET BOOZE
A WORTHY FIND
A SAVING GRACE
DRUNK AS FUCK OFF A CHEAP CASE.
SIFTING THROUGH MY POCKETS FULL OF COINS AND LINT
AN AFTER DINNER MINT, TRUTH IS IM FUCKING SKINT.
DISCARDED PIECE OF PAPER SOAKING IN PISS
UNRAVEL TO PURE BLISS
SCAN THAT SHIT YOU CUNT.
PARCHED AS HELL
DEPRESSED AS FUCK
PARCHED AS HELL
DEPRESSED AS FUCK.
SCAN, EXCHANGE, DEVOUR RE-USE.
DOCKET BOOZE
A SAVING GRACE
A WORTHY FIND
THE MEANS TO GET GET COMPLETELY FUCKING BLIND
DOCKET BOOZE
A WORTHY FIND
A SAVING GRACE
DRUNK AS FUCK OFF A CHEAP CASE.
SIFTING THROUGH MY POCKETS, FULL OF COINS AND LINT
AN AFTER DINNER MINT, TRUTH IS I'M FUCKING SKINT.
LIVING A LIFE OF SHAME, AND FUCKING SIN.
SCROUNGING THROUGH THE BIN, CRACK ANOTHER TIN.
GET FUCKED.
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Vortexxx
03:50
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A LIVE SEX SHOW, 15 TABS ON THE GO
NEED TO SPUNK NEED TO SLEEP,
COWER IN SHAME, SWEAT SOAKED SHEETS
DICKHOLES MY THIRD EYE, WHEN I BLOW ITS SKY HIGH
IM TOO HIGH I CANT COME, IM THE CUCK TO YOUR ACTION.
DIM LIT ROOM
BURNT BLACK LIPS
FEEL THE GRIP OF THE VORTEX
ADDICTION
I GRIP MY WITHERED MEAT
IN THESE SWEAT STAINED SHEETS
AS THE EMBERS GLOW
I NEED TO FUCKIN BLOW.
RUBBING, TUGGING
ITS TOO MUCH
MY FORESKIN
BEGINS TO SPLIT.
FEEL THE GRIP OF THE VORTEX
ADDICTION
I GRIP MY WITHERED MEAT
IN THESE SWEAT STAINED SHEETS
AS THE EMBERS GLOW
I NEED TO FUCKIN BLOW.
IM FIXATED ON YOUR OVER SIZED TITS
I BURN FOR YOU FROM THE INSIDE OF MY CROTCH
TIME HAS SLIPPED THROUGH MY FILTHY HANDS
BEATING DOWN HARD ON A SWOLLEN GLAND.
DIM LIT ROOM.
WEEKS ON PIPS.
FEEL THE GRIP OF THE VORTEX
ADDICTION
I GRIP MY WITHERED MEAT
IN THESE SWEAT STAINED SHEETS
AS THE EMBERS GLOW
I NEED TO FUCKIN BLOW.
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FUCK EYED
SOAKED IN PISS
IN MY HAND
MY FLACCID, LIFELESS DICK
SITTING IN A POKIE PUB, DECK OF CHOICE XL
SMOKED EM ALL TO THE FUCKIN NUB.
BLIND DRUNK
SIMPLY RED
ALL THE PISS HAS GONE STRAIGHT TO MY HEAD
BROKEN OUT IN RASH ONCE MORE
COVERED IN VOMIT
MY ASSHOLES FUCKIN RAW.
MY BREATHS SHIT, HALI FUCKIN TOSIS.
DRINK MYSELF, INTO PSYCHOSIS.
CANT REMEMBER, WHEN I LAST DRUNK WATER,
OWING MONEY, TO MY ESTRANGED DAUGHTER.
BLIND DRUNK
SIMPLY RED
ALL THE PISS HAS GONE STRAIGHT TO MY HEAD
BROKEN OUT IN RASH ONCE MORE
COVERED IN VOMIT.
HODDLE STREET
4AM
SCUMBAG ON THE PISS AGAIN.
MIRROR REFLECTION, SHOWS MY PICKLED SKIN
WHILE IM HEAVING, CHUNKS IN THE BIN,
BP CLERK, BANGING ON THE FUCKING DOOR,
LIFELESS CADAVER LYING ON THE FUCKING FLOOR.
BLIND DRUNK
SIMPLY RED
ALL THE PISS HAS GONE STRAIGHT TO MY HEAD
BROKEN OUT IN RASH ONCE MORE
COVERED IN VOMIT
MY ASSHOLE IS RAW.
HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR FUCKING FACE?
CUNT YOU LOOK LIKE FUCKING SHIT.
DRIER THAN A NUNS CUNT
FIVE DAYS STRAIGHT ON THE PLONK.
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PISSRASH Melbourne, Australia
Suck piss!
4pc feed of thrashy pissed punk sludge.
Aus, Melb
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