Jag saknar gårdagen. Den var mysig. Jag mådde bra.
Jag ska träffa knarkan idag igen. Det ska bli kul.
Question, nothing will come of it Replace, Destroy the parts that never seem to fit Cancer spreads through the nerve, through the tissue and we burn Infecting visuals giving nothing in return
Resolutions, they never come The words come out, like vipers tongues Diseases spread through the world with no solutions and we burn Infecting everyone they meet until we’re singing the same damn song
I have blood on the brain I see red like a snake Clearing way for the armies of our demise
