This song features an instrumental by TPMC called Mellow Chip and vocals by Rahmemhotep.
TPMC stands for The Post Modern Cliche. If you like what you hear here, go check his shit here on NG and at bandcamp.com! I didn't feel like changing the title of the song even though the lyrics don't match it at all. Oh, and thank NG for destroying the quality of the song. If I can figure out how to fix that I'll re-upload it.

Lyrics:

I sold my soul to do a disservice once again and I saw my reflection as the only one to blame.

The heathen fragrance of a whore can impale through the passages of blood. But she don't dance out on the floor 'though these hallowed walls can't protect ourselves from flood.

I drowned myself to do a disservice once again and I saw my empty room as the only one to blame. I hung myself to do a disservice once again and I saw my lonely shadow as the only one to blame.

I been livin' in a trashcan, just a waitin' for dis tight piece of ass to show me favor.
I'll just sit here and stay sedated. If it ain't happen now, then surely later...

But she don't dance out on the floor. I'm struggling to stop myself from backing off any more...

I cut myself to do a disservice once again and I saw my affection as the only one to blame.