Ozena

She's crap, she's scum - related to the gutter

She never looks behind her, for there sleeps ashen pastBut it feels good, just like the way it should

The cord burns on and on and on and onHer mouth hangs wrong, cateract coloured eyes

She smells like gone from the give-upBut it feels good, just like the way it should

The cord burns on and on and on and onOzena

Sex was meant to kill youLisp like a little kid, through split tongue seizures

Sucking air sounds prevelent, it's a rebirthBut it feels good, just like the way it should

The cord burns on and on and on and onOzena

Sex was meant to kill you