Black paint is peeling from the inside of the can
Worn as a mask to cover the naked mind

It's all lies and subterfuge, smoke and mirrors
Life for sale, 1 owner, badly soiled and stained

Fuck it up the ass, I do not want it
Take me back I'm done with it
How wrong can damn your whole GODDAMN life be?
You call it gift but I call it dirt
You hear me, God? Go fuck yourself
You might be God but it do not mean shit to me

The Last Remnants of a Dream
That's been Bound and Gagged then fucking died
Lose your head and it can really blow your mind

Locust plague haemorrhage, hands of blood and piss
I'll be motherfucker, king on the latrines

So place your bets, I'll take your bets
No time for tears and no regrets
Just hate yourself for what you do not have the balls to be
When it's all unravelling
So dionysian, Ecstatic
Talking to God with a microphone made of steel

No regrets, no regrets
Naked and bleeding but no regrets
Live now only for the day when you can sleep forever
No more giving your love away like so much cheap wine
The air Screams, no tears
The Air Bleeds, no tears
And no coming back

Part of the deal, you knew the possibilities
Aware, of sound mind and fucked
You wanted all this porcelain
You always knew it could be cracked
And now it's finally smashed
It's finally broken beyond repair
Spilled milk runs red one tick to hell please


Lyrics submitted by themetalbass7197

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