I'll rip your sternum down to your knee cap- leavin your human flesh in a bloddy mess- barney nap-sacc *plot*
rot away in-a kas-ket- leavin your orgens in-a bas-ket- rescue teams search for your body - dra-sticc-
quicc- to pull that nina -n- leave a cap lurkin- I stay on task with a mask -reconsume my bullets- leave your body on stunt- perkin-
that dose of morphine workin?- your opticals dim but your minds in a world of its own- willy wanka and the chocolate factory-except I dont stop feedin till you regergitate vomit and foam-
glutony one of the seven deadly sins- leave atoms split along with patho-gens- intentions are so brutal its hard to drop into phrases- 51.50 where else would I get these crazy violent *ego-tistic* rages-
I've been left in my cage the jaws of life couldnt pry me out- I spit concret boulders- worlds on my shoulders- I cant hold the weight-
writers blocc- its to hard to concentrate- with a murder plot on the trait- no time to think- he he lies at my feet gaspin for oxygen- forgive me it's too late-
now when I meet my fate- I'll know what was done was perfection- I can stand to look at my self in the mirrior-
Im scared of what might look back at me besides my own reflection- cant stand to look my self in the eyes for I see a beast that has got-a-hold-of-me-
some how got free- please god dont let it get the best of me-
Can I get some feedbacc...
rot away in-a kas-ket- leavin your orgens in-a bas-ket- rescue teams search for your body - dra-sticc-
quicc- to pull that nina -n- leave a cap lurkin- I stay on task with a mask -reconsume my bullets- leave your body on stunt- perkin-
that dose of morphine workin?- your opticals dim but your minds in a world of its own- willy wanka and the chocolate factory-except I dont stop feedin till you regergitate vomit and foam-
glutony one of the seven deadly sins- leave atoms split along with patho-gens- intentions are so brutal its hard to drop into phrases- 51.50 where else would I get these crazy violent *ego-tistic* rages-
I've been left in my cage the jaws of life couldnt pry me out- I spit concret boulders- worlds on my shoulders- I cant hold the weight-
writers blocc- its to hard to concentrate- with a murder plot on the trait- no time to think- he he lies at my feet gaspin for oxygen- forgive me it's too late-
now when I meet my fate- I'll know what was done was perfection- I can stand to look at my self in the mirrior-
Im scared of what might look back at me besides my own reflection- cant stand to look my self in the eyes for I see a beast that has got-a-hold-of-me-
some how got free- please god dont let it get the best of me-
Can I get some feedbacc...