Testo Meth Monster

You're only free when you're rabid.
You're only rabid when you're free.
Neither male gods nor phallic cities will ever humanize the survival instinct of a jailbait prisoner.
No mecca of pop-culture will ever tarnish the contagious luster of a meth-head in a mining town.
Come on, self-destruct, it's the perfect high.
It's the wonder drug of the wasted lives.
Welcome to the super-human afterlife.
Welcome