Texty:
Weak Of Wanting Sentimental Bullshit

I don't care if you're alive, pray your suffering inside, are you tortured and alone, its more than you deserve. If there was ever a thing of no use

or peer at all? When I heave a big axe at the back of your neck and head And tear it off, soft, silly putty bullshit I live to strip the flesh from off

real, it's just so late in the day Fuck the bullshit What you want us to know? It's time to be real, it's just so late in the day Fuck the bullshit What you want