I'm so lost in this miss and bliss. rattling through the savages of fucking rut and terror. countries with unmilked babies and citizens with blackened hearts. writhe and loath i shit you not. our faces crumble.
my gears are stuck as i spill out blood in the forest. i'm counting on the gunshots i am counting on the bullets. to pull me down. chorus: ohohuhohoh, you're killing me. the media is going to die with all it's bullets and lies....
like we really bandaged the wounds before the silouttes shrivled up and died on the traintracks. who's selling the print? who's raping who now? chorus... remember the mission, remember the conquest, remember the die we would lie down. we will soon be erased.
