I exclude light and wash my hands of you. By larger being devoured, Leaving only me to improve.
Eyes Don't fucking weep Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek
You're expectant to the [Bible/bottle] Fiending all the foes in middle Don't you see in the mirror that you're the selfish shit Shot glass seems to [hug/hog] your soul There's no point to grow You don't have time to explore You're already broke
Weep. Weep. Don't fucking weep. Your weak eyes cry tears of the week.
Catch up with the sheep. It's a sacrilegious ceremony. New flavor of the week.
Nothing's sacred in the faces of the Soulless that you're made into Soulless that you're made into Soulless that you're made into You're raptured by a guilty stifle down. You're raptured by a guilty stifle down.
I wash my hands of you
...And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you. Look at you, you know it's true. It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon. But I'm not coming. No.