I can't write like this anymore
Empty sorrows always on the floor
Boring epics that space out my mind
I know I'm here for a permanent time
And I'm so full of blood
I'm holding onto nothing in this endless mud
Ticks talk their tiny lies away
Munching and crunching in decay
Never could escape the fast iron pan
I'm stuck in lie behind the profit man
And I'm so full of blood
I'm holding onto nothing in this endless mud
And my hands their covered, covered in blood
And your brains, no they don't look so good, honey on the rug
