Lyrics

Same old date raper drug
Trademarked by the scent of overcooked soul
Preyed on nerveless entertained dolls
Falling over stairs into a picture box hole

Keep this around and you'll be kept around
A sinner sent into an underground lounge

Eyes preferring fronts and backs of words or
Bits and pieces an' what's hurt then learned
Pleasuring in collection, rings and garment hems
Recumbent at best as death becomes of them

Keep this around and you'll be kept around
A sinner sent into an underground lounge

I'm a death bed, boss
As the dirt gets tossed
A box coffin lid would really hit the spot
Defining a wrong's defining a wrong
To sinners sent into the underground lounge

Polity screener leave us the hole in wholesome!
Uncauser: the effect that death and bay'd out hounds has!
Turn it up and turn it off frisking yourself for further soul loss!
Wouldn't want to let a judge decide, undecided,
lest your picture box snow