This is a song about a former “icon” of an occupation who became a convict, probably due to abuse of drugs and sexual abuse
Fucked to wrap it around
Take aim at false security
So scared, I freed myself
Saved by my negativity
I'm horny, and fine to drive
I'll fuck anything you like
I'm full of shit, but I'm empty inside
I'm full of shit, but I'm empty inside
I'm prone to confusion
I make no apologies
Your efforts are in vain
I'll be the last to change
Disappointment becoming an art form
Odd moments for mummification
Bloated ego, out of tune
No regrets that last at all
I'm prone to confusion
I make no apologies
Your efforts are in vain
I'll be the last to change