Close the doors on fate
Visibly you're anxious like a period that's late
Shy your shine away
Days will fade with or without you
It's not like we get to heaven
There's no god or armageddon
I can tell how tight the noose is by the way you kick
I'm the one who's biting, i am not the one who's bit
Stagnant stone grows moss
You won't know the compass broke until you're f*cking lost
When liquor's poured i ignore any animosity that i may have stored
Just like that, it's gone
The duck becomes the swan
There's no pain at all
None i can recall
I use alcohol to blur the writing on the wall
Fill me full of poison, and i'll show you where to spit
Breastfeeding on punishment
Infected replenishment
I am not the pawn within your pitiful life
How am i the enemy if you're holding the knife
I can tell how tight the noose is by the way you kick
I'm the one who's biting, i am not the one who's bit
I win, or i quit
Grime is always grit
Wanna be the summer, but i'm autumn-ing it
Each and every moment's like a plague or a disease
But we both know, we'll see each other hanging around at the next show
With a bag of blow, and a lick hello, she'll love me tomorrow
I can tell how tight the noose is by the way you kick
I'm the one who's biting, i am not one who's bit
I win, or i quit
Grime is always grit
Hallelujah, holy shit
I've taken a hit, i can take a loss
I can taste the chemicals from breathing in exhaust
Close up the garage, monoxide massage, i would rather die than be your god