The Warehouse
This, is where we begin to

Cut our wrists into one-thousand pieces
To show you motherfuckers what we're really made of
Join, us, in our march for suicide
Kill, us, with no regrets inside

Please…kill yourself with me
In this pit of hell we call a home
Sadly this is not a place we love to be
Join, us, in our march of suicide
Because we won't take the shit, anymore

I, HATE, BOX, WHORES!
This is where the bullies become
The bullies from their past
How much dick would a Greg Fuck 
Suck if a Tucker sucked dick he did?

Yeah we call ourselves
The mighty sweatshop children
All linked by the hatred of the warehouse

The warehouse is a place we love to hate to go
If you were never there, then you would never know
The, thoughts, in our suicidal minds
We've killed us because we have nothing left inside!

This is where the bullies become 
The bullies from their past…
How much dick would a Greg Fuck
Suck if a Tucker sucked dick he did?!

Kill yourself with me!