The only ones who'll cry for me will be the crocodiles
Phony tears for seeming near
They'll be hiding a smile
I'll rot right from my mouth
They'll see it and they'll sow it shut
Disaster fest of putrid souls that cover me in blood
Another reason for the seasonal disorder fill the horror spilling corners
Shot like mortars
Through your skull
Bullet wounds and bleeding holes
Think the poison's took its toll
On my mind, body and soul
Won't be held responsible when my mind is digital
Keep the thoughts of criminal
Deeper deeper in my skull
Won't be held responsible when my mind is digital
Keep the thoughts of criminal
Deeper deeper in my skull
Think my mask is slipping up
It has now been long enough
I am tired of this rut
Call me when I give a f*ck!
Think my mask is slipping up
It has now been long enough
I am tired of this rut
Call me when I give a f*ck!