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Every Time I Die New Junk Aesthetic

Kept the leftovers warm Maybe I make myself sick Maybe I make myself sick Make me give a damn And I will be with you everywhere I will open the sky I

are scientists plotting every move Big brother will keep us in line with his snipers on the roof Though I'm cautious not to draw the attention of the fiends I

I have lived everyday of my life Thinking only of what I should think When I read back on everything that I have written On how I lived my life And in

God and the devil are split by a thin white line Why do I give myself away? Why do I bleed so easily? Why do I give myself away? I'm worth nothing to

well I can't imagine what hell has in store But I know if I'm there I won't wander anymore Oh, Lord knows I'm tired But I, I, I won't rest my head until

teeming with broken bones. I'll be driven out and swallowed whole. I walk a crooked mile with the devil on my back puppeteering, schemes with every step. But I

me, I'm still with you somewhere. I just wish it was here. Someday I'm bound to feel guilty but now's not the time. I'm sure I'll get what I'm due. Everything

transform. I keep the window cracked and the light on. Kept the leftovers warm. ...maybe I make myself sick. Make me give a damn and I will be with you everywhere. I

life of the funereal, all of us Bring this, bring this, bring this I want the righteous roots I want the fresh meat I want the first born I want the