i will lick your fungus when i will feel your rotten breath in my neck i won’t bother to turn around because i’ll stab your knife with my back sniffing and searching, there’s nothing around here and my mind seems to be dying too loud doesn’t seem like i’ll wait for next year still i’m too lazy to put a gun in my mouth
if i have some time to kill, i won’t forget about you stayed up all night on white spirit but i’m feeling nothing new i’d like to spend the day falling out of windows burning books and seeking truth in this lie doesn’t seem like i’ll get there today cause i always get horny when you say goodbye