The Decadence Of Your Starvation
You don’t remind in mean nothing to you I’d like to be like, to have the chance to Feel ...
You Want It All
Subscribe, to love, of your, big gut Fill it up, with food, you love it all Watch out, I...
We Love Your Apathy
The sweeter the taste I love it Eaten your gutted spine All of your thoughts I have them...
Little Baby Swastikkka
Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall ...
Tour Hymn
Look at you, you cokie You’re looking like a shit You’re tied up in your own sweet hell ...
Selling Jesus
You kill me with your smelly fingers Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas Day...
And This Is Nothing That I Thought I Had
I’ve been there and your Frigid wit was far too greasy Ain’t so slick And it ain’t...
On My Hotel T.v
Skinny kack para para Dutty dykie nigger Sell out whitey liberals Who hang with bl...
All I Want
All I want is a mirror So I can see this so called brighter day I’m watching all the wor...
But The Sex Was Good
You see he’s about to colour my integrity And I lay jumping to slag your injection Open ...
Pickin On Me
I saw a weird boy He looked at me with a look of pure hate Nobody knew all the grief &nb...
Killer’s War
I’m watching you insense me With your effervescent hate You can kill without obsession &...
Contraband
Okay, go then! Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink, Of the money, of the weakness tha...
I Don’t Believe
Cold blood, broken smile that is all that I have to give Your eyes are looking up, so distorte...
The Pill’s Too Painful
Give things gone cold Still five years old Drowing in justify now You’ve broke the...
It Takes Blood And Guts To Be This Cool But I’m Still Just A Cliché
Save me from critical acclaim Save my smile its’ too cracked from fame Wish me well with...
Good Things Don’t Always Come To You
Though you’re lost in me You have to see When things ain’t right Funny memories wo...
I’m Not Afraid
Another useless fight Saddened words ring true Leaving like a saint Still clouds f...
Tracy’s Flaw
And when I feel like i’m the victim I will come running home to you And I will weep like...
We Don’t Need Who You Think You Are
Succulent white Secrete revenge God gives right For you And your laws ...
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