conceive what i saw just so, just so lusty, i want to stab you with something rusty so let's not talk about last night you're an all-poison sight all
coated with blood, sweat and spit wake up again with a face full of floor in another town that i`ve left before at another time with all the memories
all the people on the street are on fire they're fucking sick and tired of you we've heard it all before give us your tired, your weak and your poor
if it was all up to me it would be you that burned in hell burned in hell but if it was all up to me it would be you that burned in hell