Untitled ( Drugs)

Oh, pump me, fill me with your, with your drug...I want to feel full, I want to feel whole.

They say it's the Devl's disease for the skin to live with painful ease.... No light, no sound, formess, wieghtless....

Like trash to be collected but never to be found... And she captures you in daylight, while you'll only rot with me in shadows of midnight... It must be hard; no bit of her in me as you wish I was more like her, so I'd be easy to discard. Oh, pump me fill me with your drug. I want to feel full, I want to feel whole. I need you to fuel my viens, to put my body in motion, to ease the tension away. Oh, pump me, fill me with your drug. I'd do anything to make you stay. Cut out all the useless parts and learn to live with just our barely beating hearts.