from the depths of the intarweb

(how could they know?)



yeah here we go for the hundredth time
hand grenade pins in every line

throw 'em up and let something shine
going out of my fu*king mind

filthy mouth, no excuse
find a new place to hang this noose

string me up from atop these roofs
knot it tight so i won't get loose

truth is you can stop and stare
run myself out and no one cares

dug the trench out laid down there
With a shovel up out of reach somewhere

mama help me i've been cursed
death is rolling in every verse

candy paint on his brand new hearse
can't contain him he knows he works

fu*k this hurts i won't lie
doesn't matter how hard i try

half the words don't mean a thing
and i know that i wont be satisfied

so why try ignoring him