歌词
Ravage. Reckon
I- wish it was you
Clogged by the throat
Left dead bled dry
Feeling better
From a murder
It's all my fault
(While he bleeds, while he dies)
Of course you'd shit on he
Shocks
Block out my pulse again
Hungry and take. more. pills
Crippling my mind still
I
Walk this land unsaid
Walk it dead
You stalled Against
Your self inflicted death
Fresh ink
Splitting my psyche
As it blew right through
Cracked
Forever
Gone
Civilities can see
You aren't the one to suffer
Atrocities
Plain and light as day
Abiding by the native sun
Release
Inescapable possessions
Keep you
From finding peace
What you're worth
Is such a question
That you won't tease