Cutbacks in a cutdown lowdown dirty home

I stuff my head with leftover pizza from the burnout burnt order last night, acrid with some fresh dirt to hear

My tears mock the pale carpet, drying as you walk over it with a fresh layer of

Cruel-cake; the texture is really nice for your skin as it crushes my organs like a meat-mallet

I taste you in my soul, it’s like a sweet tooth that fell out of your mouth, I’m starving for red meat sour gold

We got cut-backs from more cut-backs as I pretend I see my name on a future ticket for a home that doesn’t exist anymore.