If i cut off your arms and legs and wrap you in some fucked-up cocoon, Would you still look at me and say "you can't catch what you can't see"? Well i caught y...

if i cut off your arms and legs and wrap you in some fucked-up cocoon, would you still look at me and say "you can't catch what you can't see"? well i caught y...

all those malcontent dismissing nature's process : please slit your own throats someone needs to drop a giant fucking "L" on this city and hero pressing those ...

They shaved off fourteen points for ugly They dumbed down the structure like some amputee A broken bible salesman going door to door selling mouthfulls of shit ...

They shaved off fourteen points for ugly they dumbed down the structure like some amputee A broken bible salesman going door to door selling mouthfuls of shit F...

spread your legs like a cancer let me see what's inside your pale body has that graveyard charm those desperate looks have got me digging so deep i bury my head...

the "product" we refer to is well equipped in the service abilities of your common woman though in our opinion (any many others) we have manufactured her to be ...

With all the fortune Snatch at our hearts And when ourhungerhearts Until we find what we crave We fall for a fortune I save my soul for a lie, lie, lie my son ...

[Verse I:] I believe that angels don't always appear with wings They constantly hangin' around to calm your fears And that's what I feel here in your arms [Ve...

Cut the head off son cut the head off child This halloween I'm going out dressed as the man with nerves of steel

five hundred milligrams of love has be in disarray (the room whitens to the voice of panicked doctors) get this man to the or stat: unconscious time lapse: (t...

Five hundred milligrams of love has be in disarray (the room whitens to the voice of panicked doctors) Get this man to the or Stat: unconscious time lapse: (t...

yeah the camouflage cross like a glistening member like sticky choir singing itself blue in the face grotesque and unflattering it's an empty gesture, it's on i...

we held down miles of my own vomit just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town (maybe no one hugged me enough as a child, or maybe some one...