Fear and Loathing in Old London Town

The Rotted

Compositor: Rotted

A drug-induced haze, I stagger through the smoke
Out of my nut on pills and coke
Taking in the sights, the smells, the sounds
Of dirty old London Town

A twisted beauty, we walk amongst flies
Met with disgust and accusing eyes
Windows to a barren soul
I'm out of cash and I'm on the dole

Missing links of broken chains
Statistics wrapped in flesh
Forbidden pleasures when alive
Are worshipped here in death
To feel it is to need it, is to taste what lies within
A bag of nerves, a broken man, a total waste of skin

Fear and loathing in London town
Fear and loathing in London town
Fear and loathing in London town
Fear and loathing in London town

Lurid colours and exquisite sounds are all since long forgotten
What once was beauty turns to pain, an ecstasy gone rotten
Reality and phobia returns with startling swiftness
Introducing to the stomach emptiness and sickness