But he can’t take it!

No he can’t take it!

No! he can’t take it!

I’m honest

I’m loyal

I’m talk to myself

I’m blue in the face ‘til I’m let it all out

I wake in your promise

And courtesy your stable

Red worry

Fade away now

Red worry

Fade it all out

Evil is what I’m becoming

What quality taste dear

Don’t forget that pain is the way to suppressed indignation

No friends in the way all you gots is your own desperation

Evil is what I’m becoming

What quality taste dear

I just feel fear

I lied, I’m dishonest and weary and stale

Lay sweet in the dirt while you rip at my cells

Amnesia

Dysplasia

Got lost in your spit and sores

Mmm! Ahh!