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Flesh Mecca

by Non-Aggression Pact

on Spent Casings: Gesticulate Reloaded (2009)

Falling down, my back feels wet
The baby begins to grow from the marks around my neck

Scratching skin, my blood runs deep
My body's being drained from the needle to the back

Falling back, I'll start it all again
My blood begins to boil from the noose around my neck

Plastic bag, wrapped around my face
My breath is growing short and I'm captured now with lace

Colored lights, fill up my back and mind
My soul is being dropped to a place you'll never find

Start it up, string time in my veins
I'll watch you tempos and wash away my rage

Going to a Mecca of Flesh
Blend all the rough spots on my own boiled mind

Kicking back or kicking someone's ass
My life is filled with hate from the noose around my neck