Dancing on the graves of this
Culture of death that offers nothing
Pushing me to madness
Pushing me to madness, ugh!
He's egotistical with a lost soul and a lust for destruction
Why do we taste the poison that rots our dreams
And turns realities into nightmares?
Pain and loathing are the drugs that make him feel
Pain and loathing
He'd rather bleed from within than feel nothing at all
Insecurities they're clouding up your mind
You can't escape, you can't escape, you can't escape
Nothing's good enough to be liked or loved
The toxic traits you possess are disguised by force fed lies
Pain and loathing are the drugs that make him feel
Pain and loathing
He'd rather bleed from within than feel nothing at all
Pain and loathing
He'd rather bleed from within than fell nothing at all
Culture of death
Culture of death
Culture of death
Culture of death
Culture of death, pushing me to madness
Culture of death, pushing me to madness
Culture of death, pushing me to madness
Culture of death, pushing me to madness
Culture of death, pushing me to madness
Culture of death, pushing me to madness
