Trust me, cause Im perfectly sane I am the pastors favourite cocaine so glorious and fake and plagued by the snails I know these streets so well, cause its where I get laid
Please ask me, I?ll let you know the exact day and age when this world is gonna end everyday i cast my spells on science and I long to see you suffer for eternity
Living the secterian dream forfilling the sacred clich? Getting drunk in the spirit we love to act like animals
This century better be the last one cause we?ve reached the state were nothing is free Its the pain of beeing fully evolved
Only to limit ourselves whats left to misunderstand? whats left to hate? this century better be the last one let me drink from the blood that?s inside your heart
See the undercover agent exploited by the deadliest demons with one sarcastic mission at the same time, destroying himself
And I beg you to believe me Cause it will make me look pretty Cant u see that Im trapped here with angels of self rightiousness Our mother nature?s ego Its my reason to live And though I’ll let you down never admit I was wrong