Bermondsey Bosom (Right)

Slipping into filth. Lonely but surrounded. A new place to drown. Six feet beneath the moon. Heroes and bloodsuckers. Painting black and blue objects With projections of himself. It was always about himself. It jerks inside, his guts twist. Sits in the big smoke and thinks of her. Me and you against this city of parasites. Parasite paradise. Parasite paradise.