Gangrene

Now arrived at the dusk of my aeonic existence But yet, too short My hands are bound in my back with a thorny rope And yet, so tight Raising my prophetic gaze one last time The only things I meet are blight And contempt, vomited by all those mouths U

If it's dangerous, illegal, sick, strange, or obscene You can get it from the man if your money is green He says, "you can have it" He knows once you get it You won't be satisfied But the things that my brothers try to do to their brains The tho