Before this starts. I just want to tell you. That you could fuck us. . Love me, so I can relax. So I can aim straight. So I can do right for us. . I know you're inside.
As if the word was ending. Things seem to spin uncontrolled. They're all paper faces. Some withered, not old, some legends uproot evil. Some made of silver & gold.
I don't udnerstand this, all pain pushed inside, all plastic frustration. Why you cannot be you, I am walking hate, all this surrounds me. I can't even try, I don't understand.
I'm not the devil. And that's untrue. I'm just not like you. Anger holds my hands. Keeps me in seclusion. A prison. But I can't help it that I hate everyone.
One time through the door, and on the floor. All I wanna be is just a little whore. All I wanna do what I wanna do to myself, I cut my itty bitty self.
This is your one chance at my one thing. So take it all back now. . Gonna take this back, my one thing. You hear what you want I hear you. I can feel your cut, it's coming.
I'm not awake. But I'm not dead. The drugs are late. Lost my money again. . They never gave you anything.... You think you get the fucking point.... I'll laugh until I'm fucking killed....
I know you're innocent no more. You'll see in I'm that you're not immortal. I see right through you, you cannot live inside yourself. You cannot lie forever, we see right through you.
Let's start a new nightmare. A brand new truth. A patsy is useful. A window with a view. . Someone is listening. Why can't they just leave me alone. And no one believes me.
One time, long ago I ripped myself up. Put on my lipstick said I'm gonna give this shit up. I fear what I gots to fear, cause it's nothing that I fear in something.
"Stick this one in your face, motherfucker". . We are the army of the anarchist. Viewed as Americas cicatrix. We are the flawed. We are the scared. We are the true America.
Shut up......stop talking. I got it all figured out this time. Don't worry. They'll never take us out alive. . The endless trial. Convicting all. But it's us now.
Hate is nothing new. Murderers watching every step. Ignorance; oblivious to all the evidence. Repent; for all that were the innocent. Forget; so we can all rest.
You're the pills she said. But I cannot shave the scares off from. You're head. If I take away the scars. Then you cannot hide away from. What you are.
You know if you were exorcised. Demoralized. It'll all be right.....yeah!. I'll grab my pen and write about. Kryptonite, so you can feel all right. . You can build a bomb of lies.
It's like a needle. A kind of evil. If you're the devil. It's very simple. You never needed anyone. You never needed anything. The pinnacle of ignorance.
Recite, I feel everything. Relight my own joy in this, my own faggot fantasy. T.v. series lightbulb coffin, reborn, skinless nightmare. No words, only questions, like me, only everyone wants.
I saw it all, a piece in games. It sets in slow descend. . Just when I thought I saw everything. You showed me something new. You thought that I would never understand.
We can bring the apocalypse. In our vatican in line six. We're the face of the end of time. We can burn and leave no ash behind. . Now it's butcher time.
Take time think about when it's over. And when I see you where's your line. I cannot hear all the truth through. Your crying. It's time that I check my face.