It's Better To Not Know The Way of Righteousness, Than To Have Known It And Turn Your Back
Wolfgang Beaumont
Drugs got me tweaking
Looking for a reason
I don't wanna be alive
Fuck this life, fuck the heavens
I'm a fucking heathen
Suicidal season
Cutting my wrists open, I can no longer fathom shit
Hung from the gutter dropping Oxys fucking stubborn
Robbing fucking suckers, fucking sucker punch your mother
Bloody gowns, death hounds
Collars studded, prowl round
Full mag, blades out
Leave your body underground
Leto just a fucking misfit
Cut my wrists I miss it
Bloody blades, wet drapes, cocaine on the dinner plate
Bitches wanna fornicate, I just wanna die today
Never stop the drugs 'cus it makes me feel alive
Bitch, die
I just wanna die
Yung Anti-Christ, Heroin in supply
Leto gonna die
Gallows in my sight
Motherfuck my life