Tekster:
Wilhelm Scream A Career Suicide

This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran. It fits me better than a smile on a dead man. Watch the hands of the ticking clock for emotional

It's been years since I sold my soul. What a life: no advice and no guidance. Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job with the pumps and the

Run, motherfucker, run. Will you jump with me through the fire? In these dark places evil hosts pad their savings, spent on younger faces. It kills

end when it kills to look your way; the striped noose, the number 2 fade the classic case I took a piss on every ocean, so fuck the world I made a mess

drag you through the mud we'll vilify your slanderings while you're under the gun a most hideous thing, denial pardon me, thanks a lot thanks a lot

just waiting in a room. I only sleep but half the time. I am berating onlookers now, silently greeting pleasant eyes. Hello. I am just waiting in a

got liquor and gun stores torching this city down I had a thought and I lost it it was a monument, decent and pure took out a razor and made my own picasso

when i get drunk i lie some dummies got the affluence to match their madness started off at a size eleven, moved to cohasset, built a dollhouse for a