TITLE TRACK help me peel my face off the floor. we're both too young for this war. we'll dig ourselves sick
AND....TELL ME...
THRENCHKNIFE ....why can't i feel anything? can someone please convince me that i am still real? (still flesh and bone). cause i pissed in "god's" eye and now we're being bred for suicide. when does it get better?
MOSKOW i've been screaming for days but nobody's listening. nobody cares. we're just another blank page in their book. maybe one day they'll write of us. please tell me how to live my life, please tell me to fall in line. white faces....all i see are white faces staring back at me through the glass
WOLFFSPIT pigs with human faces at my ankles: staring, drooling over my flesh. we're drowning dreams in our own filth and we're drowning the foxes in piss. i'm living off the dirt under my fingernails. it's all i can stomach these days
THE BAD DAD BLUES they keep feeding me what i can't swallow. all i taste is salt and i can't fucking breathe. i've got the bad dad blues. you've got the bad dad blues. we got it bad
VIVA LA CHEEVA man is crippled and dead in his sin. i'm sorry your faith is a lie. i'm sorry your god is a waste of time. my teeth are just two rows of broken glass, when i speak it drowns the words in blood. this dungeon is our home, these insects are our family and the screws in my head keep digging deeper
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