Tell me what you want to i'll do what i wanna do fun sponge! fuck you! feed your point of view i don't think i asked you fun sponge! fuck you!
Someone diagnose me i fall asleep in misery dr. can you tell me what's going on? i can't keep up with all my thoughts i'm deep inside my crooked mind
Another show, another band more boring shit that i can't stand wheter it's uninspiring crap or tuff guy shit it's safe to say the kids have had enough
Kill everything now, napalm in my veins a new birth, a burning phoenix, a chariot with no reigns scorching your town in bubbling asphalt you'll drown
Don't sleep, drive fast don't eat, have a blast find a slab, frontside grab make your own brutal stone! at dawn they sleep. we roam the hills we
We'll ride their corpses into the sun billowing smoke from the newly killed our blood oath has been undone we all must die, vengeance will be fulfilled
with rage a fetid mind aborts all thought a forfeit match that won't be fought this winter's chill has struck more than bone kept me from joy and
a breath of fresh air i gotta confess it's a love affair! like an addict i get my jones to rotate some wheels and break my bones i get the urge
Had a bad session, the ramp was full but you overheard about the animal round up the crew, let the quest begin have you seen him? the search for animal
I hate my life, i hate this place i hate my job and i'm disgrace i'm no good at nothing and i'm unskilled and i don't give a fuck about my dreams
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2am lying in my bed, can't escape the thoughts in my head echoing promises we once made, empty words long since betrayed by the one I once called a
A ticking time bomb in your back yard an imminent threat so stay on guard a statue of technology at it's peak what took a year to build collapsed in
20 years later still suffering the effects a mistake we can't seem to correct make the president out of a movie star did you really think he'd go that
Every single day I live in fuckin' pain the voices in my head are driving me insane I can't fight the feeling of being dissatisfied things never go
As I grow up a group of fiends are all I need and 7 piles of wood so I can succeed so no more cold stares, enough bad vibes let's see some smiling
Stuck inside all night and day glued to the tube, you can't turn away pushing those buttons always do your tricks couch slouch knucklehead it's how
The horse is dead and nothing changes but i'll keep on beating, 100% self defeating the daily routines just routinely repeating, my identity's retreating
