Bewildered unbridled you're granted one touch
Of course it's not all what it seems
I look down at the hand of sin or what you may call it
At these hands that will never burn clean
Ms. understood now you take a look,
Because things aren't as clear now are they?
Mr. everything's good you
Practice this sk** like every single day
I'm ok, I practice this sk** everyday,
And I'm ok in an everything's f**ed kind of way
Ready, aim, liar
The pen is mightier than the sword, so these words are better to k** you with
These words cannot be stopped, for if they were
I wanted a decent funeral, six feet under in my ebony box
Take the silver lining and wrap it around your neck
Words are expressive so when I say "bang" you're dead and when I say please
You'll love me, and when I say stop it means that I've taken enough
I'll destroy your path(to)logical lying
As long as you explain this to me,
I'm sure I won't mind dying on my own
Words expressive say bang, words expressive say stop,
Words expressive I love you
...I loathe you
...I f**ed you
This static communication, this broadcast radio trans.