They used you to clean up tears after a thrice show
f*cking belt buckles everywhere
Never digesting anything is a hell of a diet plan
Here come the suit-b*tches
I watched them hollow out horses... Run
They gored me once with a diverse portfolio
Put a dollar in the box
It's across for show and down to go
I'm going to throw gristle at my guts
It's like the sink of finding a lump
I've got your black plague right here
How long before the pain-junkies storm the gates?
God. It danced on us like black lung before our hearts gave out
Put a dollar in the box
It grew on us. It grew up like a sister
While every time, celebrating your neck
It's across for show and down to go
Pray its malignant. Prey its malignant