Testo Hell

Fled on foot to some part
Of West O'Fallon with you
Acid and gin bled over fountain drinks
Turned your fair teeth blue
Burying summer as an old friend
Couldn't collect a clear-cut moment from this dripping spine
Said who you were was falling apart
Said it was hell being stuck in this life
If that was hell let me sink into it

Alm of the bleach blonde sun
Became a head full of 2CI
Ley lines and mana from God would drag under
Each wicked step of mine
Suppressing silence as a dirty dream
Couldn't assess a solid sentence with this dripping spine
Said who you were was drifting through words
Said that was hell being stuck inside your mind

If that was hell let me sink into it

If that's not heaven let me fall from it
If that was hell let me sink into the bridal depths of its black smoke signal arms