Vendetta Red - Forgetiquette lyrics

Half a pack of cigarettes mostly broke or bent

I think of cancer as I put one to my

cracked lips that long to slake this poison lust

Voices spin and resonate inside

This old phone booth shelters me from these lonely streets

If only god would grant me strength to call you

Just three words could help me slake this poison lust

Esoteric memory you're an eyesore now

Grab your handle twist your blade deep in my wound