Contrite. Commercial. Arrogance. Leprosy. Consume The Bitch. The Fucker. . Mindless. Like A Child. For Pity's Sake. . I've Had All That I Can Take. We Try.
Verse 1:. Wish I was too dead to cry. My self-affliction fades. Stones to throw at my creator. Masochists to which I cater. . Chorus:. You don't need to bother;.
All the pieces of the puzzle seem to fall into place.. but the only thought that i could think was pissin in that FUCKING FACE!. the taste that you left in my mouth was rotten,.
Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm. Sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home. Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm. Catastrophic, not again.
I can't get out or I'll die, just let me be. I'll never be never. Be prepared for hell, and I'll say oh well. . Just tell me when I can open my eyes. And realize I've died.
Stapled shut inside an outside world. And I'm sealed in tight. Bizarre but right at home. . I'm claustrophobic closing in. And I'm catastrophic. . I'm smeared across the page and doused in gasoline.
Black, dirty teeth in the crease. Was the proof too good to be believed?. It's the cunt with the tongue. Who belongs on broken knees. . So far, it occurs to me.
The whole thing I think, it's sick. The whole thing I think, it's sick. The whole thing I think, it's sick. The whole thing I think, it's sick. . The whole thing I think, it's sick.
The State of the Nation, violation. A broken promise is as good as a lie. The Hell is humongous, the Devil's among us. And we will burn 'cause we won't unite..
The whole thing, I think it's sic. The whole thing, I think it's sic. The whole thing, I think it's sic. The whole thing, I think it's sic. The whole thing, I think it's sic.
MICHEAL ELLIS IS A MUSHROOM (OVERGROWN FUNGI). HIS MUM PRODUCES CREAM FOR GREGS. (DONT BUY THE SPLIT CREAM DONUTS). HIS FACE IS DISFIGURED. JUST LIKE HIS MUMS CREAM.
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It appears that we have reached the edge. That zenith where stimuli and comatose collide. Forty years ago the man proclaimed. The age of the gross to be upon us.
Here comes the pain. . Enemy, show me what you wanna be. I can handle anything. Even if I can't handle you. . Readily, either way it better be. Don't you fucking pity me.
Enemy, show me what you wanna be.. I can handle anything, even if I can't handle you.. Readily, either way it better be.. Don't you fucking pity me.. Get up, get off..
Pain!. . (Here comes the pain!). . Enemy, show me what you wanna be. I can handle anything. Even if I can't handle you. Readily, either way it better be.
What a world, the horizon's. Coming like a hell-bent killing machine. Can't afford to be the goddamn wreckage. Burn it all again at a million degrees.
Yo entro en cólera para el acto final por el cual viniste. Lo que deriva de tus manejos es lo que yo aborrezco. necesito un minuto para procesar cada una.
A dark veil of respite covers your face;. Tears seep through your hands of evil,. Shadows enclose across your celestial eyes,. The nemesis of blinding light,.
She Seems Dressed In All The Rings. Of Past Fatalites. So Fragile Yet So Devious. She Continues To See. Climatic Hands That Press. Her Temples And My Chest.