Texty:
No Assembly Required Constructing The Machine

It was a friend, who's life you end now its your time to lay down bullet to head, now you're dead put em to bed, you're dead now 11, 11, 11 cent solution

I can see my face still drowning in weakness i keep hold i can hear my voice still trembling no sense to yell for more i can feel my body trying escaping

(feat. Max Illidge of Below Summer) [Luca] here lyes this face, you pretty thing i take within i wish you could see just what is real and what is fake

I am watching you, slowly undressing you in my mind i like pretending to kill you i take off your clothes, watch your face just moan you tilt your head

I dont give a fuck about all you kids and all the shit you put on me for living the way i live i am so disgusted with all your faces i am feeling power

The pride in me is the shit in you conform into what you want me to feel the pain fill my mind i have to be to satisfy i have to be i have to do everything

Life's a bitch and so am i and why is this? wanna fuckin make you cry and now you're pissed? i want to take this out on you i fucked the rest and i'll