sitting in your smile chairI sniff here lips and spithe keeps on calling liesof those less fortunateI must exterminatethe lucky hunch and guiltI win my lottery My fingers need a bathhe moves around and licksshe chokes her dying breathand does it in my face her sticky druggy sticksto my more waiting fle%#@! doesn't number mine for my last kiss to tastefor my last kiss to taste that I know it is wrong but I'm waiting to seehow very long I can keep up the pace