House Of Abuse

Long parties
Lack of sense in harm reduction
Alcohol consumption
I do your impression

Poetry for idiots
A shitty dance backs fucked up laments
I beat my head with a brick
I beat few more times and turn someone new

When I see the people
Playing in the street
My eyes tear up yellow
I spit at their feet

Sad stories
Ignorance is my reputation
I'm not a good person
Poor obscure production

In love with our trauma
Screaming through the night
Your bullshit artists
Thank you! good night

Live from the house of abuse