Am I Blood - Emotions lyrics

Organic plastic as a smooth solid food Fascinating form a low divided voice The fantasy of body-talk a limit for flesh Nitrate a** not a god's meal, creation So it takes a rest on that bed Quickly reach to another extent Could be colors from TV-friends Knuckle-duster breaks holy breath Forget to give the sign, unspiritual The bluster of angel's smile, silence alone Motor deep in head running red Greasy hand feeding sugar drops Broken gla** between her legs Really need an exit to set k**ers payment, tomorrows dream Demonstration, a low place's hole Disordered picture, permanence Questions to my answers Pistol's pipe moving in a holster Mirror on the ceiling turns black Corps selling tickets at the first floor Emotions of doomed