couldn't we have just one more night
of killing some souls? sounds about right.
oh, let's go convince our babies to fight.
then we can strip our clothes out of sight
and we can rip their hearts out their eyes
eat each for breakfast
right over our fries
and prove who takes longer out of us
let's murder all hopethat dares to survive
and marter our wills, they keep us alive.
Your tears are cyonide
dripping on dead things.
Youre simply making
the tastiest mess.
you give us a reason
not to expect any less.
oh promises, promises,
but still you are here
words hit your misses
but no more evoke fear.