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---apart---
"What makes 'em all jittery like'that johnas.."
"well..Some folks is afraid'a dyin..and some aint,simple fact.
Some like carryin' on in life and not thinkin' about the end times a'comin,no longa' concernin' themselves with the afterlife they feel they can accomplish more and live forever..But they all get over it."
"whadda ya mean?"
"I mean they all die. and get the fuck over it"
Stuck to the-
Flesh driver again.
Stuck to the-
suicide of my dear friend
sunk inside-
soon falling apart set to impend
Sunk inside-
a pine box cold dirt and im giving in.
I cannot suffer for you.
your thoughts no longer in my head
i can't defend and not doubt you
think of all the selfish things you said
I couldn't relay for you.
messages between both you and him
i couldn't stand beside you
when your fucking the shit out of my dear friend.
You rarely think of others..
always set in motion,thinking of yourself
butane and blasphemous mutters.
you'd better watch your back,conserve your health
stuck to the-
Irrational voices in my head
stuck to the-
all the things behind my back you dread
What if i were to find out.
what if i were to sink this blade below the skin
what if i were to squeeze out.
what if i were to steal the life away from him.
You couldn't stop me if you wanted to
fucking do it i dare you to try.
i'll peel your throat out nothing left to that shit
skull cap ashtrays for sale 2 for 5.
If you could get these words to sink in different
if you werent so stuck up you may just understand
if you weren't such a relentless bitch,my god
if your skull wasn't being shattered beneath my hands.
Intolerant am i of this shit.
indifferent to your point of view
words ineffective the poison so fits.
the taint of hatred jealousy through vein ensues.
ITS NOT THE SAME THING
IT WASNT ALL MY FAULT I TRYED SO HARD
YOU MAKE ME SICK TO THE SKULL NOW
PULLING THE PEICES,PULLING ALL MY THOUGHTS.
Apart-
"What makes 'em all jittery like'that johnas.."
"well..Some folks is afraid'a dyin..and some aint,simple fact.
Some like carryin' on in life and not thinkin' about the end times a'comin,no longa' concernin' themselves with the afterlife they feel they can accomplish more and live forever..But they all get over it."
"whadda ya mean?"
"I mean they all die. and get the fuck over it"
Stuck to the-
Flesh driver again.
Stuck to the-
suicide of my dear friend
sunk inside-
soon falling apart set to impend
Sunk inside-
a pine box cold dirt and im giving in.
I cannot suffer for you.
your thoughts no longer in my head
i can't defend and not doubt you
think of all the selfish things you said
I couldn't relay for you.
messages between both you and him
i couldn't stand beside you
when your fucking the shit out of my dear friend.
You rarely think of others..
always set in motion,thinking of yourself
butane and blasphemous mutters.
you'd better watch your back,conserve your health
stuck to the-
Irrational voices in my head
stuck to the-
all the things behind my back you dread
What if i were to find out.
what if i were to sink this blade below the skin
what if i were to squeeze out.
what if i were to steal the life away from him.
You couldn't stop me if you wanted to
fucking do it i dare you to try.
i'll peel your throat out nothing left to that shit
skull cap ashtrays for sale 2 for 5.
If you could get these words to sink in different
if you werent so stuck up you may just understand
if you weren't such a relentless bitch,my god
if your skull wasn't being shattered beneath my hands.
Intolerant am i of this shit.
indifferent to your point of view
words ineffective the poison so fits.
the taint of hatred jealousy through vein ensues.
ITS NOT THE SAME THING
IT WASNT ALL MY FAULT I TRYED SO HARD
YOU MAKE ME SICK TO THE SKULL NOW
PULLING THE PEICES,PULLING ALL MY THOUGHTS.
Apart-