RICIN

SKOTSKR

(Awoo) My slate, I'm wipin' it, I slip some ricin in
Your fuckin' Heineken, can't wash away my sins
Sometimes I lose control, don't know what time it is
Why's everything so dull? I'd rather die than live
My slate, I'm wipin' it, I slip some ricin in
Your fuckin' Heineken, can't wash away my sins
Sometimes I lose control, don't know what time it is
Why's everything so dull? I'd rather die than live

Since the age of five, razor-bladed thighs
I can't wait to die, I can't wait to just be gone
Get a taste of my serrated blade and you'll be gone
So much hatred, I can't take no more of these fuckin' punks
Every time we sleep we die, we die
We smile, we're the same deep down inside
Molly in my fucking drink, insomniacs come out at night
If you want to see me, look in the mirror and say my name three times

(Awoo) My slate, I'm wipin' it, I slip some ricin in
Your fuckin' Heineken, can't wash away my sins
Sometimes I lose control, don't know what time it is
Why's everything so dull? I'd rather die than live
My slate, I'm wipin' it, I slip some ricin in
Your fuckin' Heineken, can't wash away my sins
Sometimes I lose control, don't know what time it is
Why's everything so dull? I'd rather die than live