There are some things he can't refuse.
He goes into the dark with a ***.
He's probably out there right now, proposing to a masseuse
with balled up bills in a box.

Caked in sticky layers of soot, from the burning down below.
Layers of filth to fertilize his rotten garden growth.

Bathed in neon light, he goes seeking the obscene.
He showers every single night,
but his mind is far from clean.