Bath Salts

I'm so cold again

Can't feel my face again, no

My patience is wearing thin

6 A.M. there goes the moon

I feel like death is coming soon and, oh

All I wanna do is fucking sleep

 

Nothing flashed before my eyes

No pretty angels, and no bright lights

All I saw was the devil's soul

And it looked a hell of a lot like my own

 

🎸

Done