Tekster:
Kitchen Knife Conspiracy

this feeling cannot be real it's not my time to feel my soul seep through my pores leaves me wanting more look up at the dark night i suck my last breath

4:20 in the morning yeah i can't sleep i've got the cold feverish friendly fears crawling all over me yeah it's my relief stare at the ceiling one more

crawling through the darkness you'll be dead by sunrise coming through your back door i came to terrorize you can never get away you can never get away

murder there's blood on the windows torture there's blood on the flowers pervert his head's now his football gutted guts exposed for all the asshole

Deny everything, nothing is real, Rely on no one, opportunity steals Tighten your collar and loosen your belt As the rich get richer, the poor go to

deranged I stand alone flying above the zone to live and to die alone and I hate it craving a better place gather up in my face craving a better place

twisting and turning your spine changes lines all these emotions have you fucked up inside give it all up and commit suicide now you go and try to trade

Life is like a pressure riot and my head is caving in You wanna see me stoned, you wanna cough a little You wanna trench pill zones, you're gonna puke

ah yes I'm staring out a window into a life that is not for me and yes I'm staring out a window into a life of uncertainty it's surprising I choked through