Post Mortem Pills
You're a violation, an infection
A virus inspired self-lover
You're whitetrash, past due
A deadland of horrid waste
And you're a death sentence
A bone crusher on post mortem pills
You're violent with what you say
A self-spitting image of breast decay
You're tainted and inspired
You had to be sold cheaply
And you're a death sentence
A pill popper on post mortem pills