Propane Pro-Pain -

Rotting to the core

Pleasing humanity and the world

We are creatures of bad habits

Raised by inhumane savages

I’ll seize to please

Learn to hate and be content

To the world that never gave a fuck about me

Take out the cold, TAKE OUT THE COLD

The pressures in my head!

I feel my eyes, closing tighter

This mind’s not mine, it’s taking over

Fueled by hate, call it my ruler

Machete on my side not afraid to use her

Increase the speed, decrease the peace

The morals of our fucking race

Eager to sleep, restless at ease

It’s what we strive as human beings

Come in arms length and you’ll find out

I’m the last of my kind and I won’t die OUT!!!

PROPANE PRO-PAIN!