I exclude light and wash my hands of you.
By larger being devoured,
Leaving only me to improve.
Eyes
Don't f*****g
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 s**t
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 f*****g 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.