I've got nothing left

But this baggie of the finest dope

Cookin' up my breakfast shot with rainwater

I Burroughed through your plastic heart

Acid and technology

1, 2 and it don't stop

Been waitin' for the beat to drop

For 29 years

Aching for a sharper mind

Ginsu knife

Sliced right through my ovaries

Past the point of no return

Only the lonely can do what I do

I broke you open yesterday

Fucking sick of this cliche