Something Dirt

Narcotic sexual deviation
Tonight in your room,
Me, your super Jesuchrist,
I can’t stop inhale.
The passion of lovers
Can’t get enought,
We need some more,
You’re in search of a deep trip.

Where is my dose?
Where is my dose of you?
Where is my dose?
My dose of Chemical Heaven.

A pleasure under slavery,
When some spicy angel
Run through your nose
Bursting your brain.
We’re in dirty place lost
In a dirty floor,
Lost in a dirty bed,
Making something dirt!

Where is my dose?
Where is my dose of you?
Where is my dose?
My dose of Chemical Heaven.

When we finish the act one,
You smoke a cigarette,
And I destroy myself.
We were making something dirt.
And now you cut yourself,
We were making something dirt…

By Kürten Jameson

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