Bring me the pleasure, I'll respond in pain

Subconscious messages to fuck with your life

Roll with the punches, touch the base with me

And you'll never be the same again

A narcissist by the heart, beer by soul

Two organs fighting for control

Love, lust, or something make

I won't degrade myself to filthy whores

I hate myself more than you

I'll never do better, but always worse

Hopefully you one day see

How fucked up I can be

They tell me I need drugs, chill your mood

But something more is what I crave

Drawn to sensational feelings so good

This blissful fuck will tear you in two

The pleasure, the pain, the love, the hate

We just never could decided

When to call an end to these debates

But this forty caliber pain killer should do the trick