So goddamn easy to write this You make it spill on the page So drunk on your self, self-righteous The laughing stock of your own fucking stage But I
Rise Store-bought attitude and spit A sugar-coated piece of *** An instant rebel, just add greed Another useless commodity Broken glass and a broken
This is a mean and cold town I hate this fucking place Watch the rats as they all drown Dying slowly day by day Decrepit and falling down Cesspool of
The river I'm bound to be found in A rope chosen bound for the hang When I'm blind and I think I see everything Convincing myself again This God that
She's a slack one, born of greed Speaking endless words, long and empty A beggar who still wants to choose A dethroned queen still demands her due If
Pray for blood, pray for the cleansing Pray for the flood, pray for the end Of this nightmare, this lie of a life Came as quickly as it can dissolve
Somewhere between an excuse and a lie You found something that you believe So proud, I guess I can't imagine why Three cheers for what we used to be
Down, chemical sacrament Blasphemous prayer Deliver me from this So serene apocalypse Just make me *** numb Deaf, blind and *** dumb Return to sacred
Virginia death threat Virginia creeper vine The hands that feed intent Choke the purpose of this time Take all that you can give And I will make it mine
on your feet Then to live forever Begging on your knees Begging on your Begging on your Begging on your knees Can we still be saved? Hell no Does your god
I just got the news today you were dying Hot damn, we're already partying But please, before you have to leave Let me tell you a few last things Suffer
: So goddamn easy to write this, you make it spill on the page. So drunk on your self, self-righteous. The laughing stock of your own fucking stage.
: Store-bought attitude and spit, a sugar-coated piece of shit. An instant rebel, just add greed. Another useless commodity. Broken glass and a broken
: Virginia death threat, Virginia creeper vine. The hands that feed intent, choke the purpose of this time. Take all that you can give, and I will make
: Somewhere between an excuse and a lie, You found something that you belive. So proud, I guess I can't imagine why, Three cheers for what we used to
You're just a breath away. Better to die quick fighting on your feet, Than to live forever begging on your knees. Can we still be saved? Does your god
: This is a mean and cold town, I hate this fucking place. Watch the rats as they all drown, Dying slowly day by day. Decrepit and falling down, Cesspool
: I just got the news today you were dying, Hot Damn! We're already partying. But please, before you have to leave, Let me tell you a few last things
