Old habits die hard
they die hard with a vengeance
but I'm on a 12-step program
of sex, magik and incence.
You know the story:
there was an accident,
I was a near-death narcassist
she was a gothed-up bipolar necrophiliac.
I came back to life
to find myself in a morgue
naked, frigid and stiff as a board
with her grinding away at my blue balls, dead cold.
It's been five years without so much as a date.
I finally keel over and wake up getting laid.
Her, she only liked a motionless, frigid, stiff ride,
never liked guys alive, never fucked one back to life
Her, she's always been looking for meaning
fighting pessimistic feelings and personal nihilism
it didn't help when she began reading Nietzche
turned to Ketamine, the goth scene, sadomasochism.
She tried the Wiccan religion,
praised and loved the hell out of mother earth.
Moment of insanity, tried Christianity,
ate him, drank him, it didn't work.
She played around with Neopaganism,
Zen Buddhism, then Thelma and Alesiter Crowley.
Delved in Theosophy, tried astral projecting,
turned to dead men and Tantra, that's where she found me.
Her and I, we just kind of hit it off.
Sometimes it's better to move on and not question, all right?
Sometimes you got to reach bottom, your heart's got to go cold
before it can find rythm and light to dance to in life.
Now we're trying to live life, but
old habits, they die hard with a vengeance
but her and I, we found a 12-step program
of sex, magik and incence.
they die hard with a vengeance
but I'm on a 12-step program
of sex, magik and incence.
You know the story:
there was an accident,
I was a near-death narcassist
she was a gothed-up bipolar necrophiliac.
I came back to life
to find myself in a morgue
naked, frigid and stiff as a board
with her grinding away at my blue balls, dead cold.
It's been five years without so much as a date.
I finally keel over and wake up getting laid.
Her, she only liked a motionless, frigid, stiff ride,
never liked guys alive, never fucked one back to life
Her, she's always been looking for meaning
fighting pessimistic feelings and personal nihilism
it didn't help when she began reading Nietzche
turned to Ketamine, the goth scene, sadomasochism.
She tried the Wiccan religion,
praised and loved the hell out of mother earth.
Moment of insanity, tried Christianity,
ate him, drank him, it didn't work.
She played around with Neopaganism,
Zen Buddhism, then Thelma and Alesiter Crowley.
Delved in Theosophy, tried astral projecting,
turned to dead men and Tantra, that's where she found me.
Her and I, we just kind of hit it off.
Sometimes it's better to move on and not question, all right?
Sometimes you got to reach bottom, your heart's got to go cold
before it can find rythm and light to dance to in life.
Now we're trying to live life, but
old habits, they die hard with a vengeance
but her and I, we found a 12-step program
of sex, magik and incence.
