We didn’t know you’d break the bottle
that the magic came in to use those jagged shards
to cut our wrists and neck.
And you’d do it too, you’re that kind of dude.
But you wouldn’t know what you were doing
because I didn’t,
your girlfriend could have been a burn victim,
an amputee, a dead body.
But god damn I wanted to fuck.
I’m losing what’s left of my fucking mind,
I serve too many fucking masters.
(I told you. I told you motherfucker)
High On Fire