Spinal Remains

This isn't really death, this isn't really life

This isn't really anything I think I like



And I will not sit on, broken glass

Not for you or anyone

I will not change my ass



We have no razors but we still have fun

Down on the floor, you whispered my name



When you rip my back to shreds

I dig my boots into

the soft remains of your spine



I want excitement

Your spinal remains

Your spinal remains

In chains



This isn't really death, this isn't really life

This isn't really anything I think I like



And I will sit on broken glass

Not for you or anyone

I will not cut a fucking ass



I want excitment

Baby your spinal remains

I want excitment

Baby your spinal remains

They're making me sick