Hocus, pocus, bogus, bullshit, you're so fucking full of it. Commit yourself to Jesus Christ as long as you can benefit. Profit stealing, money dealing, heartless piece of human trash.
Don't give me that crap cos' I'm not all ears,. I won't fall for your cries or your crocodile tears. Your stupid statements or your lousy lies,. Cos' I can see it was you from the look in your eyes.
What the hell is wrong with you have you lost your mind. you know we never go out this late. You're making me look stupid and now I'm feeling mad. it must have been something you ate.
Nobody is perfect but I'm pretty fucking close. And I'm here to give you all a heavy heavenly dose. I think you better listen 'cos I know who you are.
Back to the basics, supernaturalistic. Baby, put away your make up and your lipstick. High heels, tight skirts, the rest of all your plastic. I'm telling you, it's making you look even more spastic.
Bring her a mushroom cloud. trimmed in crazed ire and spite. Feed her the decaying heads. of humanity as clocks tick till silence.
Bring her a mushroom cloud to garnish the skylines today. Bring her opulent orange and cringing, beautiful white bellows. Give her the gift of eradication, the gift of cleansing.
When you raise your head, can you smell the roses burning?. In the garden we suffer. When you close your eyes, can you hear the angels shrieking?. In the garden we suffer.
We idolize and exonerate the statues of barbarians and henchmen and why and how we must pattern ourselves to be such men. Who is the hero?. Who is the scapegoat?.
Another empty night surrenders to the day. Just cant seem to get out of the rain. Im getting tired of running from the pain. I could I start again. Hoping you would see.
Sinking in myself, I scream. Is it light? It is hope? Or a dream. Down, fuckin down, deep down inside. The child in me has died.. . Crooked are my steps.
My body is just like a burning torch. From inside digests my love. And beyond it winds and storms. And beyond nothingness and vanity.... . My body is just like burning torch.
Your true definition of me. Your idea that I'm real. All of this is an illusion. Even though you can feel. . My touch and my eyes. They lie and they victimize.
Black heart, dead soul. Apathy and misery. Loss of control. Any of the above would describe me. . I hate being inhuman. All I do is fuck everything up.
Too many slaves in this world. One by torture and pain. Too many people do not see. They're killing themselves - going insane. Too many people do not know.
Let's go. . That's it, where to go?. Should I tell you where I wanna go?. We'll die there be motherfucking there a broad away to be. You wilted away, I'll show you the place where I wanna die.
(Hang on). Got to go. Preview what they oughta know. Keep your head down and fucking die. . (Wake up). Rise and shine. Gotta take another pint. Dig your heads and watch out for the night.
[Spoken intro:]. They say drinking is a way to die, but at the end. Dying is a way to drink, that's why.... . I'll break or dance, let you decide.. Too much of foreign you bring on by..
(Right!). . Don't remain, go misplay, you're so, so wild. (Traitor!) your vengeance night, yes, always for me. (Fire!) the fire is more right than my eyes.