Viscera Trail - Gargling for Help

Choke!

1 AM, at the club
Wasted, hammered
Shit music comforts me
The hard kicks in

Meth, Diesel, Yak, Speed, Rocks
Asshole sold me bad stuff
Drink some more jack and coke
I am burnt, I'm so burnt

My life is shit I have nothing
I'm a loser, I'm a pest
The streets haunt me forever
You can see who I am
The infamy inside of me

A reek of loathing from those clean souls makes me nauseated
But damn they're all making me hard
The blonde chick she's been eying me all night
I go and grab her.. Licking her face
She's facemelted.. She takes me to the can

Depression, libido and sickness hit me..
She pulls out DMT
I'm a stallion in porn land
Disoriented.. It all starts to make sense
Me and the boys we made my girl do it again.. She's our Crackwhore
They fucked her and laughed.. I laughed
That nymphomaniac junky cunt
I can smell the sperm again

I bite her throat and rip it out
She starts gushing on me while her eyes roll back
Fermenting.. Wiggling.. Slipping on her own blood
Gargling for Help

No one hears her.. She will die here
I can almost feel her fear
Her survival instinct fails in moments
Holding her guttural hole
Crying.. Blood gargling.. Suffocating

I go out.. There's a shocked guy with a mustache looking at me..
Looks like a fucking catfish
I beat him up in amok, cursing his fornicating mother, so hard crap flies out of him
Fat hairy cat fish..

I'm the fisherman who's gonna save this village!.. What?
Kicking his ribs while he's vomiting.. Am I dancing?
As I danced with my boys' heads
Eyes bleed as I stomp his skull.. But all I see are giant syringes going at my groin
Looks like a pumpkin squishes under me.. I stand in it

Strangers grab me as I sob
I run back to where people look like daisies under the neon sun
withered from within, you know you're dying

They all made it happen, mind crippled and lost
What people live with, addicted to a blood routine
Kids shot in the head, rationality is dead

As I dice those righteous animals
My heart races.. My mouth foams
A gun in my face, again, at last
The last memories of pain
The same unreasonable reality.. The rush to kill
I'm done.