Loud and fucking clear I've explained every fucking thing I wanted to, though to you it looks too
boring so why did you ignore my resurrection Is it beacause pulling my strings hurts you nut not me
i've set them too tight perfection's not worth getting hurt for you're standing in this air mincing
my repairs lady into the battlefloor your fists are ready so what are you waiting for your spirit
is swallowing lives but they keep on coming back for more to distress my intentions pure and... you
wan definitions - you don't need them all this arose of hate and boredom coffe breaks and matured
spirits late sunday nights and explicit lyrics six am wakeness and bloody itches cloudy symbols and
fifteen stitches - what the hell did you do what did you do to me what
will be the next thing on this emtpy list maybe I am lucky that you never won at this maybe
your eyes got sore from watching
all these blimps so sit back and relax while my guitar gently weeps maybe you're more sensitive
right here above your hips maybe it's that little spot just right above your lips the winds just
had a feast and your skin became so crisp there's blood dripping from the lips should I steal her
while she sleeps get it over with, I don't want nothing go away I don't feel like feeling like
sticking onto all that you do, people in mud suffocate like I and as follows from rules of
tomorrows don't distres me and my intentions pure and...