This is the way to find my harlequins face. To my junkie dead body. Still covered in lace. The flesh still warm where skin had once been my lips. My smile just scattered fragments lining the ditch.
The icebox is locked and I can't cool down. It's Louisiana hot - old dog in a new town. Round midnight why can't the light be found. Got me poundin' on the pavement wrestlin' with the ground.