Из альбома: New Junk Aesthetic

Put me to rest before it spreads
It's not long until the bugs
Eat through to the castle walls and besiege my noble heart
New flags are raised
Cut off the gangrened lim
In this case, it begins at the neck
Save yourself from me
Save yourself from me

Please, once and for all

The impact is dead ahead
So take the gun and apply the brakes
I can feel the onset of lust course through my veins

Help me let go Hell is holding on
Help me let go Hell is holding on

So relieve me of life
Give me what I came here to get

I'm not coming home

Be it undead or dogs, they will come for what's mine
Though I put up no fight at all, it's not my fault
And so on

This is not me

You can't mute the virus once it screams your name
I've changed the guards at the gate for the sake of the king
This plea is old hat
These bites are old hat
This song is old hat
Every word is old hat

I'm not coming home

Be it undead or dogs, they will come for what's mine
Though I put up no fight at all it's not my fault
Happy dagger
Make it brief
Happy dagger
Be brief

Start the chemical fires
Chimneys bleed white smoke
Before the worms even find me, the crowd is given new hope

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