Mod Flanders Conspiracy Hoot Mon Is Skippered By The Captain's Malone
Rubbing rotten splinters into your throat gives me a
sense of power
Rubbing rotten splinters into your throat gives me a
sense of joy
All I’ve tried for, what does it mean?
All I’ve cried for, what does it mean?
All I’ve lied for, what does it mean?
All I’ve died for, what does it mean?
Just a, just a another representation of your lover
laying by your side
With a sickness in their eyes
And the soiled stench of lust drowning
It feels like drowning under the waters of betrayal
The filth is rushing in and filling up your lungs
But you never die
Take this knife and cut my neck, set me free from all my
sin
Take this knife and cut my neck, set me free from all my
sin
This is a request for your forgiveness
I can’t look at what I’ve done but I’m truly sorry
God help me, God help me.
