between piety and desire

Incense, strawberry candles and soap

Way to butcher a street

There are spells, dizzying spells

You can smell them coming

A torture on the breeze

Did you call me?

What did you call me?

Trying to turn the other cheek

All clean junkies miss dirty secrets

We’re gonna die so what the fuck

We’re only here through sheer dumb luck

And we don’t like the shit between piety and desire

No we don’t like the shit

Cuz we belong in it