Grime Crime — Samson

Gazing at you in the darkness, lustingly Nicotine glistened on your nails Drunk and incapable my thoughts ran free Numb red lips and scaly skin, I must have lost my mind

Join the line for a grime crime Nasty nights

Sordid obscene fights Says some words that I don't remember The quickness of the hand deceived your thigh Your public double standard made me wonder As cap in hand my flesh crawled out the door

Terror at the bandages on your wrists Horror at the holes in your arms Panic of your insanity and bad breath Never mind, I'll burn the sheets tomorrow