43% Burnt - The Dillinger Escape Plan

I smell that whore.

Bring me back.

Bring me a brick.

Take my bottle and break it.

Pour it all out.

I pushed you too far.

Self absorb that pity.

I want to knock you off your horse.

I just feel it, everything is fine.

Spit on yourself, you’re so beautiful.

Crack and chip off like the sun won’t shine down.

Take your medicine like a champ, while that sting can last a million years.

Self absorb that utopia so bad, I just feel it.