Ricin

(albüm: American Wasteland - 2022)

Skotskr

(Awoo) My slate, I'm wiping it
I slip some ricin in
Your fucking Heineken
Can't wash away my sins
Sometimes I lose control
Don't know what time it is
Why's everything so dull?
I'd rather die than live
My slate, I'm wiping it
I slip some ricin in
Your fucking Heineken
Can't wash away my sins
Sometimes I lose control
Don't know what time it is
Why's everything so dull?
I'd rather die than live

Since the age of five
Razor bladed thighs
I can't wait to die
I can't wait to just be gone
Get a taste of my serrated blade
And you'll be gone
So much hatred
I can't take no more of these fucking punks
Reborn, we see
We die, we die
We smile, we're the same
Deep down inside
Molly in my fucking drink
Insomniacs come out at night
If you want to see me
Look in the mirror and say my name three times

(Woo) My slate, I'm wiping it
I slip some ricin in
Your fucking Heineken
Can't wash away my sins
Sometimes I lose control
Don't know what time it is
Why's everything so dull?
I'd rather die than live
My slate, I'm wiping it
I slip some ricin in
Your fucking Heineken
Can't wash away my sins
Sometimes I lose control
Don't know what time it is
Why's everything so dull?
I'd rather die than live