Manipulator of infrasonic destabilization.
Story behind the song
Motel/Hotel parties.
Lyrics
Dead Memory Morning
finally 1201 and my head is getting heavy
i may have had to one, two f*** ing many
you look the same to me, you stumble, dropped your key
whats your name? sh** you're all the f*** ing same to me
you don't matter to me, i don't give a sh** .
i know this is what i wanted.
now you drop to your knees and f*** ing beg me please
"this is something you wont be forgetting"
it only hurts for a moment. then i tie you down
i know you've never done this before
this is how i f*** you, this is how i make you my whore.
white lines drawn across your body like the garden of eden on a dead winters day.
you still grind my dick down,
only nine inches in and you cum right away.
we take a moment to recognize there's more to do
you open your purse and tell me just to take two
now we take a shot to cover up the taste
the chemical reactions about to take place
are you feeling sick yet?
500 later and you feel like sh**
it's just the price i pay to f*** ing have you
you wouldn't be here if you didn't f*** ing want to
congratulations you've done what you wanted to do
so f*** ed up and you still don't have a clue
now we'll remember this place. your f*** ing bloody nose
your f*** stained sheets and my cum all on your face
it's the chemicals we take
to finally stop, erase
what we're taught as f*** ing kids
just to keep up f*** ing pace
the dying need to
be f*** ing like you
nothing more to say?
stop, pause, continue
the endless f*** film that plays along as we stay
the verge of dying, the best f*** anyway
the sun is up again and we're hitting the floor
my face first as i slowly close the door
the bathroom floor again
the cool still ground
the smoke we inhale
just to help the sound
the sh** ty motel was f*** ing your choice
the same f*** ing time, you lost your f*** ing voice
this dead memory morning
empty thoughts of lust
the blank message i left in my place
now we'll be in seven days
count the f*** ing hours and separate our ways
no longer white lines as you're losing track of time
the last f*** ing way you'll ever be mine
the same old f*** ing slut
just another scar to cut
while you carve it in your head
as you learn to suck and f*** .
