Lirieke: Vendetta Red. Sisters Of The Red Death. Shoot Up With God.

Poke your jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe.
Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal.
Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth.
Stare forever in the face until the fever is out.
You know you love the taste of tetnis.
So pucker up praise the slumlord.
Shoot up with god.