fuck what i said
fuck what i said!
fuck what i say!
fuck what i read!
make the blood bled!
all i see is red.
my feet feel like led
there is life i dread
so fuck what i said
it doesnt matter
all i wanna do is make the blood splatter
my clothes are tattered
yah im poor
my feet are sore
i have anger deep from the core
im not moss i cant point myself north
what is it even worth
to go to god
help me god
dont leave me god
i could be worse than bob
he was mudered a slob
i dont blame the muderer
because theres poeple i would want to muder
i would muder her
but instead im being murdered
excuse me mottered
because im killing myself
put my self on side of the shelf
im gone in sin trying to look for life in wealth
im gone in sin
im trying to hide them all in a bin
but there dripping from my chin
its worse than breaking your shin
poke me with a pin and bring me back to reality.
