Texty: Hayworth. I Hope The Thunder And Lightning Kill You. Bad Dudes.

Your eyes face north
so does the knife through the back of your head coming out of your mouth
the words you portrayed as the truth
defining myself as your poorly used canvas
so much white still remains, yet i know that you're finished
adding more detail would only divert our focus
stand up, close your mouth
your vomit and blood is flooding the floors,
now this is what I call \"art\"


(Thanks to Shane for these lyrics)