I'm sweet by your motherfucking drink.
Always waiting for life to stab me in the face.
Bread for sickness, contempt,
faceless,
your darkness coursing within my veins.
V-Town,
V-Town, 100 feet underground.
Out!
Spit on everything.
Spit.
Spit on them.
Spit on everything.
Spit.
Spit on them.
Too many demons on my path.
Too
many demons on my past.
But I already know what is lost.
I can never get back.
What is lost.
I can never get back.
No, I can never get it back.
Spit on everything.
Spit.
Spit on them.
Spit
on everything.
Spit.
Spit on them.
Drop that old world we're playing.
Drop that old world off.
This is my home.
This is my prison.
No spit on hope.
No spit.
No spit on hope.
Decomposition from
self-deficient.
No spit on hope.
No spit.
No spit on hope.
Every seizure.
Every depression.
No spit on hope.
I spit.
No spit on hope.
Every race and every scarf of information.
Spit on humanity.
Spit on humanity.
Spit on humanity.
Spit on humanity.
Spit on humanity.
Spit on humanity.