Downers by User from The Last Days of Beauty(1999)
Whisper to my brain
And taste the milk
Plucked from your mother
I
Here I am2x
You
I
I
I
No excuses
For what you have done
So take a bite size bit
And pour on the gasoline
I want more gasoline
So I can bid you farewell
I swallowed all my o
I
For every ageless god
My angels come
They prop me up
For every ageless song
My angels come
They prop me
Slowly
Sweetly
Down
In your downers
Down
In your downers
So down
In your downers