Help me write these words down
I'll write a great song
Beat my bloody fist to a pulp
Then I'll switch hands
Gotta
Imagine every morbid thought
You've had throughout your life
Becoming real in
Loathsome
Glum is commonplace
Lonely
Longing for a face
Dwelling in the shadows
Before all else, better get yourself armed, yeah
Watch as they
These living quarters are off limits to you
These guarded borders
El Diablo sale
Por mis chingaderas
Locuras en me suenos
Los cadaberes toman
Cida
That's when I hit pay dirt
Sink or swim, I'm jumpin'
Dressed in a shroud, preparing the stand-off
A meeting of the
Brass hat, CEO
Only appears for a cameo
The camp is so
When the final bell is rung
And the game's declared over
We
Come here and bend over, torturing I like
I'm picking candy