Black Wounds Suicide

MY HEART BLEEDS AND WAIIITS
FOR THE RELEEEEAAAAAAASE
SPREAD MY SOUL OVER ETEEERNITTTYYYYY
WITH CREASES OF MISTREATMENT ALL OVER MY MIND
MY PANTS ARE LIKE MY SOUL THEY ARE DARK
and with my past in flames i come out in shame
MATERIALISTIC SHEEPIES WALLOW IN YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE LIVES
IN HELL WE'LL BURN
WHY MUST SHOW ANGST AND PAIN ABOUT NOTHING
WHEN I TRULY KNOW THAT I FEEL SOMETHING
MY PAIN CAN CLIMB THE AGGRO CRAG
IN HELL WE'LL BURN

Chorus:
THE MOON DICTATES MY DIRECTION
And my spirit crumbles
Faith in the world makes the goat grow hungry
SO LITTLE TIME SO MUCH PAIN
Rivulets of blood stream down my face and wrists
EVERYONE AROUND ME IS A MATERIALISTIC SHEEP
MY EYE IS BLEEDING!



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