Unlikely Escape Artist. Former Spokesperson For The Anti-Social.
Untitled Sunday Spewings
Someone bursted my innocence bubble into a ball of confusion
Now they look at me confused when I cant help being misunderstood
No one blames doctor frankenstein really
The mindless monsters that get force fucked into this world always suffer
No accountability and no remorse
Forgive my forgetfulness to not forsake you
When you full off of eating your young
What do you think the remaining bastards will feast on?
They wont hear your cries over the sound of the sky crashing
The shine off your dull prizes wont blind us from completing the cycle
We only speak evils cause thats all we felt while we rotted in the breaching hulls of the wombs
Now lets us fill up on your bitter failures
Served only after it reaches the boiling point
Taste like blood dried on faux gold