Congregate what little ounce of decency is left And gather enough courage to invoke contractions in your vocal chords Admission of guilt through confrontation I’ve had to chisel every lie out of your mouth And after all this time I’ve grown immune to your embrace Spare me and my virgin ears from a stale conception Admit that I’m the victim and cradle consequence Line your insides with a sense of wrongly obtained righteousness Spread your poison as thin as you possibly can To ensure you violate every inch of common ground
Call me a cancer Keep convinced that you’re not sick yourself You will be exposed as soon as the world's eyes can fully adjust to the dark I was the cure to your corrosion But now I want to watch your skin rust and slowly grow discoloured And when your throat buckles under the weight of the accumulation of perjury I want to watch the life seep out of your tear duct As your death rattle hits my eardrum and thaws what’s left of my cold heart
I hope you choke to death The compass has been cracked I hope you fucking choke to deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
