Penal Colony Paste
As sure as the clock ticks
Feigned to serentiy
Crumbling prowl faded dream
As sure as the crown takes it toll
Pouring all over my fumbling
Guilt-ridden cartilage decay
Hung by the wire, held in the mire
The paste will stay, eroding in place
Stung bit and charred, ashen and scarred
The paste will stay, dried to the core
Let's stick together and piss on the choice
The paste will stay, eroding in place
Track 29, judgement maized
The pasted will stay, dried to the core
As sure as my heart beats
I'll be waiting for you
On the other side, my love
As sure as the pill pops
Degradation
To an all time low
Dried to the core