Greg Anderson - He Who Accepts All That Is Offered (Feel Bad Hit of the Winter) lyrics

Within her hands are gifts for the damned You take them all Consume the pills, the acid, the booze Weakness can't refuse White speed, brown smack, bone pipe filled with crack There's no turning back Mushrooms and c**aine fight wars in your brain You can't stop the pain Your mind is ablaze, bleak streets are in flames You burn in the maze Soul falling down, deep into black sand Where senses are drowned Still you take more Smoke pills with your draw, lick speed off the floor You head hits the wall, you're charged with d**h fuel The ecstasy's cruel The room's turning red, your trip becomes dread Yet still you accept She smiles then disappears- her face haunts your fear, fear, fear, fear (Repeat 3x) Are you strong enough, to feel real pain C'mon take it 'Are you man enough?- f**ing coward' You thought you were evil Could take on all the world- big man But now you're feeble, a scared little child In fear of your life- weakling The pantomime's begun- for you Twisted faces stare, into your barren soul- taking... The void of nothingness- from you Dogs are growling, hungry for your flesh- f**er Your sanity in shreds- weak freak Plastic hippy sh** Not so cool anymore- consumed by- hatred Crawling on the floor- pleading You pathetic clown In a circus of parasites- aaghaagh Your friends have become savage- monsters Hands covered in blood And sh** now fills your mind- take it- more Your skull a plastic coffin- empty Within her hands were gifts for the damned- you took them all Crippled self belief earns you a wreath for the future Black horse in her eyes- unsaddled you ride- naked unto d**h Blood pours from the sky, through towers you rage into the fire Inferno of lust, cremation of self- beyond your control The sh** starts to work- you're lost in your search for destruction Her face haunts your fear (2x), fear, fear She smiles then disappears; her face haunts your fear, your fear (5x) Her face mangled mess Smash head against wall to relax your pain Snort some more c**aine Her face has turned red, your sensations are dead Not in your head