Neckbeard Deathcamp - What Are the Cargo Pockets for Lanza Extra Mags Lyrics
Neckbeard Deathcamp - What Are the Cargo Pockets for Lanza Extra Mags Lyrics
A TEMPLE BUILT TO YOUR SELF IMPORTANCE AIR THICK WITH RAGE BLOOD AND BODY ODOR. WALLS ADORNED IN BAROQUE PORTRAITS OV EVERY GIRL WHO TURNED YOU DOWN. A SELFISH MONUMENT TO INFANTILE EMOTION. LONG CORRIDORS INSIDE YOUR OWN MIND. GLUT ENTITLEMENT STEEPED IN FAILURE. GREASY INCUBATOR FOR A MONSTER. GO SEE A FUCKING THERAPIST. YOU'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING KIND TO A WOMAN YET EXPECT THEM TO TAKE A KNEE BEFORE YOU. WHAT ARE THEY MEANT TO BE AROUSED BY. YOUR INSUFFERABLE GATEKEEPING. MYSOGINY DRESSED AS CHIVALRY. OR ALL THOSE RACIST BLACK METAL TAPES. GO SEE A FUCKING THERAPIST. YOU PACE THE HALLS OV YOUR OWN MISERY FOR WITHOUT THEM AS A SAFE SPACE YOU WOULD HAVE TO FACE REALITY. RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION AT THE BLAMELESS. AND EVERY NIGHT WHILE TUCKED INTO BED AS CREEPING GUILT FINDS YOUR MIND. YOU OPEN THE DOOR IN THE DUNGEON AND MEET THE MAN THAT YOU ARE NOT. HE'S YOU BUT HAPPY AND WELL ADJUSTED. HE LAUGHS AND ASKS WHAT ARE THE CARGO POCKETS FOR ADAM. EXTRA MAGS?
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A TEMPLE BUILT TO YOUR SELF IMPORTANCE AIR THICK WITH RAGE BLOOD AND BODY ODOR. WALLS ADORNED IN BAROQUE PORTRAITS OV EVERY GIRL WHO TURNED YOU DOWN. A SELFISH MONUMENT TO INFANTILE EMOTION. LONG CORRIDORS INSIDE YOUR OWN MIND. GLUT ENTITLEMENT STEEPED IN FAILURE. GREASY INCUBATOR FOR A MONSTER. GO SEE A FUCKING THERAPIST. YOU'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING KIND TO A WOMAN YET EXPECT THEM TO TAKE A KNEE BEFORE YOU. WHAT ARE THEY MEANT TO BE AROUSED BY. YOUR INSUFFERABLE GATEKEEPING. MYSOGINY DRESSED AS CHIVALRY. OR ALL THOSE RACIST BLACK METAL TAPES. GO SEE A FUCKING THERAPIST. YOU PACE THE HALLS OV YOUR OWN MISERY FOR WITHOUT THEM AS A SAFE SPACE YOU WOULD HAVE TO FACE REALITY. RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION AT THE BLAMELESS. AND EVERY NIGHT WHILE TUCKED INTO BED AS CREEPING GUILT FINDS YOUR MIND. YOU OPEN THE DOOR IN THE DUNGEON AND MEET THE MAN THAT YOU ARE NOT. HE'S YOU BUT HAPPY AND WELL ADJUSTED. HE LAUGHS AND ASKS WHAT ARE THE CARGO POCKETS FOR ADAM. EXTRA MAGS?
Writer: Noah Dodds, Evan Barton
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Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico