Small Town Ritual Abuse

Hey friend What happened to you since we last met? You were bleeding from the head Asking why I hate you I was covered in blood All I could think of was hepatitis While the past was waiting Like a praying mantis Here I go being depressing again There I go talking about myself again Better dead than born into the withdrawal hole Just because you were there Don't mean you'll be remembered Here I go being depressing again There I go talking about myself again I remember it like it was yesterday She opened herself up to the both of us We didn't know it at the time She was a sacrifice She died at the tender age of 18 In a hotel room downtown Small town music scenes Are really just ineptly run sex cults Maybe I died that night And I've been living my version of hell Ever since? A fine line between working class and white trash It felt good at the time, but I hated myself in the morning Connecting the dots between the trailer parks Scriptures of self abuse I know, it feels like a nightmare I know, it feels like a nightmare I know, it feels like a nightmare Like a nightmare