Where were you? When was it me? A hollow paw, a quiet stare Drain is slowly, the flow of birth Eat the after(birth) and satiate the claw-rise The dumb
occult. From the past, die for me every second counts, die for me and learn To live with out, die for me buried where you stand. Die for me The ritual
Mind is a freeze, from me, from you, from shock There is no sanctuary, you want to do this right now Right now Right now Right now Your blank look tells
She's crap, she's scum - related to the gutter She never looks behind her, for there sleeps ashen past But it feels good, just like the way it should
Messages The bastards in the yard, they circle the house and cars They'll make a check today, yet spend it on themselves A hostage of cocaine, bumps
[Instrumental]
We're taking on, too much at once Tables turning, the traps are set We're sticking our big dick into the business That hardly concerns us, he's ignorant
There is no bright relation, refry this shitty life Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it? The promise of piss is here and
A blunt knife, kept out of sight, should be mandatory To end a life that's a waste of time, a murder in the making Misunderstood, opposed to most, stock
[Incomprehensible]
God, my eyes were wide an open casket smile You were never liked at all, and I'm fucking glad you're gone You would rip off, pervert jackoff, big talk
Yeah [Incomprehensible] There is no sound in here A dim bulb swinging slowly As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tried As I said before, it
Through the beyond, the brain that creeps compulsion Unrash decision, a battle pitched with lyric Bastard world is swallowing and harvesting A dense generation
Reading what you write alone, the ever-present fucking phone, Being what your not seeing, self centered in bad lighting Near sighted to a fault, with
Infamously marked by every generation known Somehow they look like, the dicks from generations old But they're new No one in here is trusted to kill
It's inside, I felt it then, I feel it now, I feel it now The turning point, waiting for it, a time bomb, I'm waiting for The turning point, to lead my
Sweating, freezing, itching, bleeding, selfstyled, poison A lethal meeting, face down, helpless in 48 hrs Sickness Revolting, distorting, and changing
Celebrate your yellow eyes no intention self prevention A horror tide death for dead borrowed time a hallowed life You're fucking dead, you're fucking
