So as you cry, as the tears slowly slip from your eyes. I watch, standing, laughing above memories. So as you die, as the blood slowly slips from your
You'll never let me, you'll never get me, you'll never get me away. Don't ever want me, don't ever love me, I'll just push you away. When you plunge
losers! Left you all behind. I took some time to realize, you are not my kind. All of you are gluttons! All of you are mutts! Flap around in your own BILE
at a low. I'm beneath the hopes and dreams of everything I know. I see the road to nowhere, it's tattooed in my brain. I'm spitting chunks of BILE,
What I'm gonna be has nothing to do, you see With anything of you and me There is no you and me, no you and me You pushed me to the limit Tried to take
Come, swallow, if you please, hand grasp throat up from your knees. Two faced are always reborn, sunk lower than the lowest form. ROCK IS DEAD. Falling
Pain in my eyes, in my head, in my soul. Pain for the way that you take control. Pain for the way that your kissing my skin. Pain is the key that will
My black arm band My patent leather boots My helmet, my holster Where I've dug my new roots This is my duty This is my voice This is my uniform This
I devour. COMPOUND PRESSURE! swallowed my spunk with no disgrace. I got a big fat cock and I shot her face, Did her doggy style up her fucking ass, BILE
You say it's not good enough for you But then you say it's not good enough for anyone but you You say you just have to be left alone So now you're alone
My black arm band, my patent leather boots, my helmet, my holster, where I've dug my new roots. This is my duty, this is my voice, this is my uniform
Lost-lost-lost, finding nothing. Lost-lost-lost, finding nothing. Am I destined to reap what I have taken? Temptress to drag down, down, down, down.
As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth, hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air. All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within
Ura Fucking Loser: as i bake in this rancid oven that we call earth hard to breath thru filth and muck that rides our air all i taste the bile phlegm
A four part fictional melodrama, exploring the degradation of trust, the emotional death of love, the contemplation of suicide, and the outlet of anger
Interception, contortion, domineering, ignoring, Cancellation of frustration. far cry from realization, between suffocation's mind. Dulling lies, there
Manic Depression! My spastic obsession! Lose and fall and fail and stop. I make my way back from the top
Daddy's little girl's got a blood fetish. Mommie's little girl's got a blood fetish. Sweet little girl's got a blood fetish and she's trying to suck on