CORRODED
by Steel Trap· from COLD.BROKE.DEAD.
I HATE THIS FUCKING CITY / I HATE THESE FUCKING TIMES / I HATE YOU FUCKING PEOPLE / WHILE LIVING MY LIFE OF CRIME
EYES ARE GOUGED / MY HANDS ARE LACERATED / HAVE NO SENSE / THE HURT HAS PENETRATED / NOTHING TO GRAB, BUT SUCKERS WITH HOPE / FORCE THEIR HEADS DOWN LOW BELOW THE SURFACE TO CHOKE
MY MIND IS SHOT AND BLOWN TO SHIT / MY FEET ARE IN THE FUCKING BLENDER / EVERYTIME I LICK MY WOUNDS I CAN TASTE THE POLLUTED INFECTION / SQUEEZE THE VIRUS FROM THE CRACKS / THEN SEW ME UP / THEN I DO WHAT I KNOW BEST TONIGHT / RISE UP FROM THE BREAK AND START MY FEED / I HOPE YOU NEVER FUCKIN' FEEL THIS PAIN / WHAT'S WRITTEN HERE I CAN'T EXPLAIN
THESE FUMES AROUND ME ARE ROTTING MY FACE / A LIFE LIVED STORY OF LIE, CHEET, STEEL, AND FAITH / I'M STITCHED TO THE FLOOR WHILE I WATCH MY WHOLE WORLD EXPIRE / THIS IS ALL I KNOW