Versatility is gone small and easy as a maggot to the core
Growing is old news
Soiled and bitter sewn shut just filling up water on the knees
What have I become
I saw you gra**-hopper at the tail end of a pack of wolves
Trying to understand volume and being constantly punctuated
Handgrenades are glowing red my calluses have turned to steel
It's all too glorious the want to k**
The hog is home no more spitting blanks
With the right amount of money the bullets could be aimed for you
Never had he thought that he could be dead
Spoiled sick your misfortune is grand
I'm sorry the aim is sharp
I'm on sick leave now
What have I become, Aqua-magnetic
My lips breed violence, what have I become
Looks pig-headed and monstrous, what have I become
The handle is warm and I'm ready to bleed
Sharp is as the blade that it looks to be
That's what it looks like to me
Synthetically grown handed ranks in one slow fold
Cool flames ease the erupting core
You have to stand there to know the victim, the septic idol
Shot in the knees luckily synthetics can be sewn
Nothing more than mineral burning eyes bought out the end
Saddle bags, shedding skin, dead is dead