Euer Blut! Ich muss horen wenn sie mich ruft. Mein Gehirn ist im Arsch, Irrenhaus, Psychoknast. (Sick Ryk - 3.8.1. Psycho-Corpse) Die Stimme in meinem
Komm in den Wald, komm betrete mein Revier, ich verfolge dich auf Schritt und tritt zeige dir in dieser Nacht noch, was Angst ist, als ich deine Hand
Can you forgive me for not dying soon enough it hurt me so much to hear your voice it hurt you so much to hear me scream bleed nothing ive bled so many
Razorblade smiles bleed my skin makes me hate to want you your standing so close jealousys burden my awakening your on fire dancing the night away dressed
Black shadows cover your light you shrink into your corner still you wish to forget me you wish youd never met me remember this face you will never see
it now im still waking to nothing just another day breaking why cant it stop why cant it just be the end it would certainly be the only fitting veil to cover this corpse
Undying shadowing over the dreadful things to come I watch as this page grows dim heros so strong so brave so pityful go in to battle blinded by self
Silent stares turn us to a statue-like repose black mascara hides the somber affliction one small sigh of a quiet lullaby one last night to show what
Everything's mine Miles of bone lay on the ground It's all mine In remembrance of warmth would you shit on me? I am the new corpse paling beneath the
detachable mindset. fusing of the forked tongue. collective behavior. the sweat of fascism. someone give these dogmatic bastards a bath. servitude/genocide
project sodom and gomora. aids and its homosexual host are to be gentically altered out of existence to heterosexual perfections. science, like government
i blew the ambulance up, so no once could survive. im fucking stupid like that. im a fucking anus. these are the balls you lick forever. and ever. and
youre real gay about pussy. your bitch has got you looking in a magazine for clothes. homo. all im buying a bitch is a bag of shit to choke on. you better
you let me hit you, so i wont touch the children. so how hard do i have to fuckin' beat you to have a crack at the kids? looks like you fell down the
bullshit gets up and walks around. bullshit gets shot.
seemed like a good idea at the time. bones here, bones there...marrow fucking everywhere. youre fired, clown. [schultz]
i stare out my window and into yours. looking for something to fuck myself to. either change the channel or pull the fucking shade. its all bad t.v.
concussion doesnt sideline, but recharges. now youre in a world of shit. listen to the night as it hovers overhead, can you hear it laughing? draw the