I don’t need the lies.

On the edge of a grave I’m digg’n.

I feel the blood of a fallen angle.

I’m flipp’n.

I have a list of demons running through my head.

I’m already dead.

I’m sitting here holding your hand in some stupid social thing.

I’m gonna get up and scream my fool head off, till that fat lady sings.

Come on, come on lets set this place on fire.

Cut through your flesh, don’t be a lair.