Children, fragile minds bewareThis world is about to cut your
Oppression, weighs a tonDepression, stains in blackRegression, the way things
Again and againIt winds slick/lix-like to have a fire sitePerilous
I will crush my skull, when I feel like doing
Old wounds embrace the paths of new Blsitered thoughts within
I will smile, while you still cryI'll be in the
Don't wanna know your brother's nameDon't wanna know your sister's
A thousand souls are waiting, for a day that never
Only life that's left is polluted Waste is my world
» More on Corpsevomit