| Miss content, malnuritment of the Mind, find that place thats so hard to Hide, let it be known, that inside you are what you Have, let it be said, fuck that Dead Fad Fate. Lost inside your little Travisty, Looking for something in Similairity, fuck who you thought Jesus would be, remember, he is what he is, a Lieing, Dead, Con, a Decayed Corpse, a False Hope. If you don't like me..Heh, fuck you. Like I care. Heretic? guess so, Rememberence? Yeah, got a Little, fuck the Fashion tug o war, Fish for that Something that everyone believes is nothing. Pressured? yeah, I'm pressed, Stressed? yeah, without a Cigarette. You want a World and a Girl of your own, you want a Mission and a Faith, let it be heard, let it be said, let Jesus forever be Dead Inside the Working Head, Gear? Yeah there is a lot of those, be the Wrench thrown into them. Finally, the Hypocrasy has an Enemy, and we are it. Hate me, its your Hate, Phase me? Go ahead, try. Twist the Little circle, Find that hopeless Joke and Dust it off, its what you wanna call it, If you flaunt it, they'll find it. Cattle, all surrounding the Carnivores, Stomping their hearts Look what you do you bastards, that little book isn't innocent, feed that Shit to some one else's Kid, feed it to mine, and get ready to bleed. |
