writings → take us on
November 23rd, 2009 by Sevas Tra
Tired of the end of the worlds
Tired of your sick little faces
Tired on how good you think
[You fake
Sink
Shit
You piece of shit
Sit tight
Airtight… locked away
Millions strangers judging you
By the color of your book
Millions stabs through you
Bleed white blood
[Color of your lies
Sink your face
In your rotting guts
See what’s inside
Does it smell good?
Do you want to taste it?
The taste of hypocrisy
Sing for me, fucker
Sing your own eulogy
