Letra de Scrappy's Trip
I didn't write the rules you know, I merely redefined Fucking torture I can't stand the sights to see Blank space covers their eyes, common cuss is barely alive Slow erosion I hate the scene, hate the feelAll your days been numbered clearly I bit down, choked on your failureNo explosion can crease the fear, alluring skies Busting rails and I've punctured my head Big city rat the race, a country boy immersed in grace Slow convulsions I hate the scene hate the feelAll your days been numbered clearly I bit down, choked on your failure This ain't no howling cry, this is a guiding hand Striking you down, while slowly sinkingFall into the wall Crawl under the hall Fall into the wall Crawl under the hallAll your days been numbered clearly I bit down, choked on your failure This ain't no howling cry, this is a guiding hand Striking you down, while slowly sinking