I pour salt in your wounds and you don't even flinch I sharpen my nails to give you a pinch My pulse is undetectable, yours is even worse You're so dead
Look at this shit called war Where the poor kill and die to make the rich even richer Let the oilfields burn If the profit wasn't there they'd abort
Hey mom, concerned with what I've become Suicidal maybe, satanic maybe On drugs, on off and back on I'm an enigma, I'm pissed off at everything and Everyone
We feel sick, broken down, drug ourselves, underground No one cares, we curse you all, we curse ourselves, in hopes we fall Friday night and I made
You won't realize I'm venomous You'll fall ill after hearing this I can't think straight, I'll mix you up No recipe no formula I'm like a chain-saw,
Go! Alright! We walk it straight and narrow We take this path straight to hell We want a quick solution We put ourselves inside a pill Damnation, salvation