Something in the air swallows up the tongue
You pour your eyeballs over scenes of syphilitic fun
Kiss the halo, it’s just a sun who knows where he can’t shine
All you boys are rebels (it’s a way to pass the time)
They do the void
Two hundred below on the iceberg of the bed
Where all the sycophants give each other head
Wear the halo like a ring on your wedding day
The girls are sharp like razor blades in the wedding cake
They do the void
They do the freeze, they’re numb above the knees
Everything and nothing pleases them
They do the stranger, they have no sense of danger
Pills and powders rearranges them
Do the void!
