Tenía esto en un .txt de nombre extraño. No sé de dónde salió, pero está bueno.

Black and obsolete, blank and naif
Empty your pockets he said
Little white pills at your feet
Suddenly I'm on my knees

You taste like morphine
I don't know what's going on
Do you know what's going on
Residual love
Do we know love

Dead is around the corner
Dress up like a whore
Dress up like my inocence
Disguising my anger with tons of cuts