one you put on top
the other gets you out from under
and I’m so fucking rich cause
I got narcan and butter
I got sugar in my veins
and fat upon my heart
I’m off in ten directions
and I don’t know where to start
butter keeps you healthy
when you’re too goddamn lean
and narcan keeps you breathin
when you stray too far from clean
I'm at home alone
there’s no flags and no alarms
as I pump all of this nonsense
in the black hole in my arm
one you put on top
the other gets you out from under
and I’m so fucking rich cause
I got narcan and butter
there’s no one here to see me
I don’t need no woman’s kiss
there’s no one here to stop me
and no reason to resist
there’s no warning to be uttered
and no one to see me shutter
I have no fucking use for
narcan and butter
I have no fucking use for
narcan and butter
Vocals: haunted, and subversive. Guitars: splintered shrieks. Drum machine: grim, unrelenting nausea. Visceral noise, with a hook that gets stuck in in your throat. Just try spitting them out. Stranger Killings
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