Kiss a the Cold - Last Crack

Oh Mr. President I am a dying slave

Marijuana, Cocaine

Crack a my mind is a gutter spittoon

My loss of life isn’t much to lose

What I crave is killing me

I kiss the cold reality

Mr. Sexuality spit away the moral dream

What disease?

Cheap & sleazy fire blazing

Twist the kiss a little colder

Decay---destruction is golden

It will allow me to do anything!

Simplicity

I heard just one wise man scream

Oooh Mr. Solitude now what do we see?

Oh a kiss a the cold deep inside of me

Starving pupil — blackened vacuum

Vacant circus — skeleton zoo