My bedroom smells like rotten food and, I guess, so do I
It's harder to be good in here than it is to starve and die
I'd give my body to Satan if I could only keep my soul
But I can't seem to find the split between them anymore
My hair is falling out again and I don't really care
I try to stir my conscience, it was never really there
Your fingers up inside of me feel like fingers down my throat
Everything is fine in heaven but I'll never get to know
Make sacrifice in bathtubs and stain bed covers
Soak all my clothes in holy water
And drown them like a crying son
Drown them like a crying daughter
Praying in the night to the angels of porn
Nails in their wrists and knees on the floor
Great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone
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