Infadeout - .Crrust

The fucking warmouth couldn’t shut

Just as I thought I can’t get shut down

The struggle goes on but less than all

Is not an army to block the convicted

The rising bloodrage’s in stores out now

White line’s processed through black — how?

How the fuck am I supposed to know

I suggest you give it a go

To whom it may concern

That cry sure calls upon snow

To cover it all up Up to the last drop of sweat I’ve infected

To whom it may concern

I’ve found some trash among us It sure does matter

'cause the winter’s fucking through

Happiness isn’t always the trigger

The staring point’s where you’ve left it off

I’ve explained my gut-churning position

Now show me the way to the spot

That’s not the one I’ve elected

Those ain’t the things I’m tied up with

Those are the points I’m fed up with

And that is the shit I’m made up of To whom it may concern

That cry sure calls upon snow

To cover it all up Up to the last drop of sweat I’ve infected

To whom it may concern

I’ve found some trash among us It sure does matter

'cause the winter’s fucking through

These are the words of an alternate being

Those are the hordes of them smothered in salt

I guess I’ll cast a shadow upon ruins

The ruins of principles clashing like jaws

Pinch out the mind splinters in me

I have to submit I’m not perfect

Admitting I’ve still got to hold on To stick to my side, not the sold one

There’s too much ink to waste

There’s still hell to explore

Too much oath to take notice

Too much filth to forfeit

To whom it may concern

That cry sure calls upon snow

To cover it all up Up to the last drop of sweat I’ve infected

To whom it may concern

I’ve found some trash among us It sure does matter

'cause the winter’s fucking through