Scrched Walls and Sin Pills
There’s chalk on the mirror, numbers that scream
A bed full of ashes where I used to dream
Voices play poker with wh’s left of my pride
They bet with my teeth and laugh while I hide
I dug through my chest to find my own name
Just a note that read “Too late to blame”
I sleep with a shovel and a phone with no line
Calling God collect one last time
Scrched walls and sin pills
Dancing with my shadow on prescription hills
I’m not alone, but no one’s real
Screaming through a smile they taught me to feel
My clock bleeds backwards, time cracks like glass
A whisper stitched needles straight into my past
I kissed the nurse with the stitched-on grin
Said, “Save your cure, I like the spin”
I traded the light for a cage with lace
Padded the walls with my mother’s face
And laughed like hell when the sky turned in
‘Cause madness knows how to make a man grin
Scrched walls and sin pills
Holy hallucinions with a hunger to kill
Don’t fix me—I’ve made peace with the itch
I’m the King of Cracked, and I ain’t switchin’ the glitch.
310 next—back to sleaze, filth, chaos, or fun. Let’s crank it dirty.
There’s chalk on the mirror, numbers that scream
A bed full of ashes where I used to dream
Voices play poker with wh’s left of my pride
They bet with my teeth and laugh while I hide
I dug through my chest to find my own name
Just a note that read “Too late to blame”
I sleep with a shovel and a phone with no line
Calling God collect one last time
Scrched walls and sin pills
Dancing with my shadow on prescription hills
I’m not alone, but no one’s real
Screaming through a smile they taught me to feel
My clock bleeds backwards, time cracks like glass
A whisper stitched needles straight into my past
I kissed the nurse with the stitched-on grin
Said, “Save your cure, I like the spin”
I traded the light for a cage with lace
Padded the walls with my mother’s face
And laughed like hell when the sky turned in
‘Cause madness knows how to make a man grin
Scrched walls and sin pills
Holy hallucinions with a hunger to kill
Don’t fix me—I’ve made peace with the itch
I’m the King of Cracked, and I ain’t switchin’ the glitch.
310 next—back to sleaze, filth, chaos, or fun. Let’s crank it dirty.