Do you remember me? I killed your family And now I?m going to kill you too I made your brother bleed I made your father scream And I made your mother
I broke my promise on a very sharp rock And I was possessed by something quite unfriendly And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep And that?s how I learned
For four fortnights I?ve fled from my fortress Foraging forests five footsteps in length Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles Flowing like flies
I have often wondered if a pregnant woman is decapitated Will the baby survive? Will the baby survive? And I have also wondered if that baby lives his
No more tears No more crying No more sighing, lying or dying No more HIV No more tweaking No more drugs or immune systems being weakened Just happy times
Bad things happen everyday. Cancer and murder and herpes and AIDS. We'll all die alone someday, I hope we don't die alone. And our vices make it bearable
You've been singing songs for all the wrong reasons. For reasons you're not at liberty to say. It wasn't to get rich or famous or get laid. Mainly you
And i'd like to build a giant machine that crushes the mountains and burns all the trees and pees in the desert and dies up the seas and melts all the
The best years of his life, is what he gave to you. Never late a day, he's been faithful and true. Putting out the tombstones and digging down the graves
Oh angel, oh angel, come and lend me your sword, or just a word so I know its true. Oh devil, oh devil, come and eat my broken heart, or just sing me
Waking from napping with a bad taste in your mouth. Wishing you were sleeping, you don't want to leave the house. Dripping from your dreaming of a habit
We must turn into monsters in the moonlight if we ever plan to fight against our many enemies. there's no low that they won't sink to, there's no tactic
I will not sing another song for the dead because the dead, they are not listening. from now on all the songs that i sing will be songs sung for the
Hey everything, fuck you i hate everything you do to me i despise every lie i've come to believe and i hate every evil thing that i see this juxtaposition
We knew our stream would lead to a bigger stream And eventually the river, and out to the sea It never seemed like a possibility That we could go beyond
The drugs you do were made by people who think in dollar signs, and thats not very punk of you, maybe you should change your mind, reconsider the whole
When you're deep in a dark dungeon and the cleric's down and dying and you've taken all the potions you had left and you feel like you are doomed
I first saw you at a festival and then i saw you at a few more shows. i knew that i had to introduce myself to you. after all those times of each other