I see you sick and curled up like cats do
When psychos abuse them yeah


You want to purr but you're far too gone
I check your collar and you got no name


And I know you want it
And I know you like it
And I know you got it

And I know you love

D.R.U.G.S.


You're full of silence when I tell you
Cats are meant to be cool and cute


You're off your head you look like a corpse
Milke-white face like the saddest moon