so everybody dies Give a damn about life I'm born wild Gonna reach the sky for a while Give a damn about style born wild Not afraid to die 'cause
grows stronger everyday and my soul is turning black Left alone with useless thoughts and a life beginning to crack If you could see inside of me and taste my bitter
of a mind-clasped identity Taste the bitter blood on these lips Taste the betrayal of your unfaithful kiss A hindered growth with a grasping head spin It will leave one bottled up with a
to choke so chew it slowly Nibble the edges on the kitchen floor If it suits your taste, taste some more If youre worried that it's bitter like a
Hold on tight Wrap your arms around me til your knuckles are burning white All your tears Couldn't match the bitter taste of all these wasted years You
doing a twenty-five bid in the pen You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit Droppin' a lesson, he
Dark magicks and havoc, now red carnage reigns! Like the prow of a blood-hungry vessel of war rending the waves of a midnight sea, a luminescent blade
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A
time I've wasted All the bitter pills I've tasted I have to hang my head and frown I, I've suffered long enough in this ghost town Soon came a day under
Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a
...getting nothing done Open the hands of a mind-clasped identity Taste the bitter blood on these lips Taste the betrayal of your unfaithful kiss A hindered growth with a grasping head
your head in check. Our love is never coming back. I know it's you. I can forget our love forever ending. You're just a waste of a song. You're a simple
a fading photo on a wooden shelf sneering in your face unlike the memory of the little boy from what you call "the good old days" the bitter taste of
in the promised land Death in all the centuries is what I left behind The knowledge, brought to the world Is growing with a bitter taste In a dream
the pain and the bitter taste Of the blood on my lips, again This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands, I'm frozen to the bones, I am A million mile