歌词
Skull-wide, entrance
Thoughts spill, no retention
Can't even form the sentence
Little interest in my sentience
It's all black and white, you're all out of luck
I write on the walls, that my time is up
That my time is up
That my time is up
That my time is up
That my time is-
Wasted, no more
Dry mouth, several locks on the door
My life, on the floor
Weightless, I don't want this anymore
(Did you know you are talking to an artist?)
(I sometimes do "special things" to my victims)
(Things that are creative)
(Of course it takes knowledge, pride in your work, for example)
Tasteless, no more
Dry mouth, several locks on the door
My life, on the floor
Weightless, I don't want this anymore
I will end up on the news before I end up in your basement
Bitch
We fuck then you put me on your playlist
I lied to your face, I think I liked it, it was painless
I got what you wanted 'cause I do not have your patience
No more!
I will not take that shit
No more!
All you gotta do is take that shit
(A decapitated head can continue to see for approximately 20 seconds)
(So when I've got one that's gawking)
(I always hold it up so that it can see its body)
(It's a little extra I throw in for no extra cost)
(I must admit it makes me chuckle every time)
