Too stoned to think of a title (shut the fuck up)
Too stoned to think of a title (shut the fuck up)
Too stoned to think of a title (shut the fuck up)
Hollow out your crooked smile
Intentions composed of bile
Devils rise inside
While internal angels begin to lower
The glow begins to fade
Innocence is slowly burned away
Set foot in the open
It's your time to shine
Another notch added
To a less content life

A Malcontent will suffers
Adrenaline feeding the bloodthirst
The next protagonist sucked into the pincers
The antagonist left to ponder whose fate is worse

Return yourself to the hovel
Remove the red and grab the shovel
The cacophony begs for peace
While victims of murder plead for release
Relaxation takes over
Condemnation thrown over the shoulder
Guilt within malevolence
Another addition to illogical sin

Succumb to this affliction
Plot what's next and feed the defect

Feed the defect

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We're recording that tomorrow. Today I'm focusing on getting everything tightened up for that, since I wanna whore this one out to all my friends, although I really don't like it much.

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