Absolute Past
by Fear Before the March of Flames· from The Always Open Mouth
Please forgive us children
Yes we know exactly what we do
We've been shitting where we sleep since we were young
Dear God it's me, King Blasphemy
I'm quickly nearing death
Forgive me now, I can not die a swine
The whole world on drugs
Can't you smell us?
We're the filthiest of pigs
Can't you see us?
We're the shame of the family
Can't you smell us
First to show and last to leave
Won't you end us?
The whole world on drugs
Everything will not be made right