i don't care what you think of now
there's no use crying out no how
it's all done
and everything's dead
move on
blood in your eyes
crying out for me
broken glass slides
dead on the concrete fast
i know now
everything's f*** ed
and you're gonna be there to suffer sometime
and there's no way to get out
burning down with forest fire
and the burning torches of the fire
and its all right
there are no secret passages to get you through this
your religion doesn't mean a f*** ing sh**
