Wrapped in between inept beats that squeal
Thrashing around barbarically as ears begin to...
I smell the filth rising out of the sun
this intrepid taunt that lures me to endless rage...
She always heard the train pass
at a quarter to twelve on Sunday nights...
Flesh tares in spiralling shapes,
stained beliefs drop in drips...
A place less of matter and more of mind, a...
Small things wander in emotions both deep and...
It runs this home
Telling me what I need to be taught...
Hear me now
hear me speak...
Quiet night settles around the lonely street
All along, homes tucked in quiet and warm...
Collect it all, take it back,
take every breath you gave...
Ashes to Ashes.
Sin to Sin...
Standing in the rain while the pain starts to go...
Its always ok...
When u come near I smell death dirty beast,
Why are you here you need to be extinct bloodly...