Two Girls, One Cup
The Rite of Spring
Piss Christ, Flower
GG Allin
I can't feel a thing
Nothing shocks me anymore
There's just an emptiness
An open door
Un Chien Andalou
There's nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing worse than losing you
The razor
Cuts the eye, cuts the moon
And I drift
Cut loose
Empty bed
Empty room
You tore my nerves out at the root
Left me cold and pale and hard
An egg, a cell, a tooth
Nothing shocks me anymore
There's just a numbness now
A swinging door
I want to feel something, anything, again
Rage, disgust, joy or lust
The flame, the bullet
Your open hand