we're on a bullet
and we're headed straight into god
even he'd like to end it too

Can't you see that I love my cock?
Can't you see that you love my cock?
Can't you see that we love my cock?

Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar

There is no cure for what is killing me
I'm on my way down
I've looked ahead and saw a
World that's dead
I guess that I am too


I'm on my way down, I'd like to take you with me...

I'll possess you but I dont
need you
to be another one
of my possessions
I dont need you to be my possession

and I wont make you kneel
for anyone
but me
I wont promise a star
dont promise your soul
we'll say that we dont believe

When I hate it I know I can feel but
When you love you know it's not real

Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you