Brad Wood - An Insult To The Dead lyrics

Failure is angular It isn't circle shaped And every f**ed mistake unmade When I abandon her And with my wand-like s** I cast a horrid hex I laid a curse on her, a curse on her, la la, la la la la Another wasted verse on her, gave birth to her, la la, la la la la Oh God; forgive me Moses, Jesus, Allah I have made such an awful regret of today I have made such an awesome regret I could be more than this With all the time I have, I am an insult to the dead You should be over this The infidelities Are on account of me And so I cheat on you I beat on you With words and with actions I will never tell the truth, in debt, aloof Without you I'm a fraction Oh God, I have made such an awful regret of today I have made such an awesome regret (Too bad this won't come easy) Where I stay, where I lay, in my bed of needles Where I play, like a bad child on a baby's birthday (Too bad this won't come easy) Take a permanent vacation I've got two months to live And all the mental masturbation Is just too much to give So I'll go down to where the river Flows into the sea And you can bathe me in your body fluids You can rescue me