all good things must come to an end THE PAGES TURN THE BOOKS STILL BURN can't stop the bomb can't avoid the descent THEY ALL WANT TO GO AND THAT'S ALL WE KNOW so throw me out of the fucking picture SO SORRY ABOUT YOU AND YOUR SINGLE-SERVING CREW playing by ear is how i've learned that no one cares at all
sensory self-mutilated trip out with the old bring the new GUNS in sick of the DRUGS that keep you thin been hanging on the telephone way too long
separate yrself from the noise do it now before we're all destroyed just lose that unbelieveable shine return-to-sender yr mail-order bride
beat the meat into submission othing left alive at all to take wasted blood infect transfusion so much trash our claim to stake LITTLE TROOP DON'T FAIL ME NOW KILL OFF THE ONE MY TV HATES winning team now take a bow yr useless adventure's far too great
remorseless perverts with yr obscenity fill me up tie me up tear me down.
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