Living life on grains, first god is still alive
Once milked last drop of this, teach points to fuck and strive
A depot as a step stool once, burning, frying to an end
Matters not 'cause all my friend's they are dead
All my friends are dead
Whiffs of momma's hay to squeal HAPPY
Let's go get 'em kid!
Indolence will possess
"Scum" are now "Skids"
Shined bulbs engender smiles
Drying eyes cause "for a while"
Sit tight stalking's what's ahead 'cause all my friends are dead
Born and raised far less the same
Bound to triumph every sweepstake
With season's ended, life inane
Delusions of god such a fucking shame!
Rehearse in heels the prance to fame
Revival
A plegde
Later
I swear