Texty:
Vendetta Red White Knuckled Substance

tendons from your neck like so much knives through bread til you head sags and falls to the ground cashmere crush covered in smoke I'm All Cried Out Soldiers march a red

Hey I am sure to fall this time around and I could look you in the eye but you never show your face something sticky in your ears turned to logic and

So I spilled out my guts to look past my regrets And I sang to the heavens as I bled from my neck I said thanks for your patience god and all your wisdom

Lead in your chest halo in water watch me drill holes in my head Misunderstood? Meet me in moonlight with your lovers heart in a box We'll watch how

Days are numbered 6-6-6 And I'll begin the countdown By calling off the circus somewhere in these Cryptic scriptures I'll find myself drifting in

I'm turning a deaf ear toyour bloody ministries Save it for the afterlife honey Cause everybody knows the more we nurture our perversions, the more human