white slavery

Type O Negative

I make a call, so far to fall
Restless craving,
inundating

The summer snow,
but it's not cold
Once it's tested,
thus infected

I've lost myself again
I've lost myself again
It's a nightmare,
but it's clear
It will end, but when?

The break of day,
I rot away
With every breath,
I pray for death

Let me say
Pepsi generation
A few lines
of misinformation
Watch your money
flow away oh so quick
To kill yourself properly,
Coke is it