The distance in your eyes
The emotional tragedy
How is it possible to survive?

Razors, cheap whiskey and a bottle of red wine
All tempting, like a shot of heroin
For a junkie on the corner of the street

A sudden word made me think how much I want to kill you
And maybe I should have gone all in,
But high card ace is not enough in this game
So I’m stuck in the bed for hours, staring at the wall
Day after day, week after week,
Month after month and year after year

My precious…
I will slit your throat
So you won’t be able to swallow my cum!
Let’s make a child instead (a freak of disease)
I will fuck you even though you are dead!
My precious…

The less that you know, the better
The less that you think, the wiser
The less that you see, the brighter