Line by line.
Single file.
Holy valentine.
Blistered smile.
Your stench pollutes my lungs and soul.
Selfish addiction, no control.
Indivisible, divided, you rot.
Suicidal ideation, fear not
One by one.
Foam at the mouth.
All for fun.
Tongues hanging south.
Euphoric religious ecstasy.
Deadly laboratory doused in empathy.
Indivisible, divided, you rot.
Suicidal ideation, fear not
So, what do you need? Please, take it from me.
Whatever you need, Ill feed your disease.
Chemical imbalance.
Searching for a fix.
Salivating and begging.
Looks like youve found your niche.
Hands and knees are covered
in your familys spit.
Let the thought that they can live without you drive your crusade.
So, what do you need? Please, take it from me.
Whatever you need, Ill feed your disease.
From the first tear you shed
to the curtain call for the dishonored dead.
May sin guide you to your final deeds.
What is your disease? Your greed feeds your need.
What do you believe? Join the deceased.
