… until my tensions
Feed me, i’m fucking hungry
Degrade me, i want my gun back!
Life is fucking resume
Experience, credentials, experience, the process
People freaking everyday
White lights, sitting inside
And you get sicker than you get a little better than a blasphemy
Mommy, has a vendetta against
Daddy walls are set up
Baby suddenly find her
Daddy, exploring really!
Help me, untill my tensions
Degrade me, I’m fucking hugry
Feed me, the wells of comfort
Exhume me, I want my complex back
Wicked old man picked off the scabs and
Feed them to the pingeons
Help him, hes so cornerd
Kill him, your mercy whore will
Help me, fucking hoses
Help me, until my tensions
Graze me, really hungry
Degrade me, I want my complex back