Stench of death, the worm eaten flesh The wicked fires burn, I'm the last survivor left Trapped in this cage, locked up with the rats The vermin and filth
Panic, what the fuck did they to do you? with false alarms, with bulletins, and death cards calling out the murder suits? someone, anyone... give the
Saw him get his death march on.... saw him light the aisles with hidden handjobs sheltered from the masters' baiting crowns. in overzealous crowds. in
Get them propped and boxed, and fixed on forced remarks... on haggard glimpse, on a primal blitz, and meet me at the hole where the bodies are dumped
It's alright, I'll sit this out. And see how bad you fuck your virgin voyage. Kiss the blood on the back of your hands, and lick the necks for the water
There were smelling salts that day, and she was like him was like them was like us, holding plagiarized decisions based off backlogs of survival tactics
Saw the price tag you put on your eyes and ears and watched as you sold your mouth for the lifestyle of a saint you got on your caps and buried your mug
Align your devotion decide on your weapon of choice whether it be earth, water, wind or fire bleed true nature forever, however you desire the filters
's right you slept your full eight and pledged alliance to the most miserable craft i don't want to go back to those grounds we washed our hands, so let them
Where they cast the cults was where we dripped our walking sticks and we bit the suits of armor draped on every boneless body bound stripped and singed
I haven't slept in shifts. Vexed and wrecked like the print you infect. Diligent. Honest. Aside from that, we've got some points to discuss. They involve
What's it like eating that lunch? feasting on that wrecking ball so, you've got some roles to reverse and some polaroids to bake into your mold it all
None of this sounds right to me so, let them come and get me for this for fucking saying it they know where we all live as it is so fuck it come and
Lessons submissions inept yeah, i fucking lost them like my teeth expressions came their blood while the vital lost it's touch damage you're sweating
i gave them color in their faces and revolt in their steps let them call out all of your officials with half truth blindfolds and gave them reason to
Forget about that film that one with te rounds we make with the guns we hold up to the temples we build and from what i recall it ended on a sour note
I know how we talk i know how we work this is hostility, deceiver this is hostility, and you can put it wherever you'd like amongst the curdled soil in
Put on your mask Put on your gloves We're heading out We're going down Drowning Draining Blazing This feast is the feast of the rabid When all the sheep
