Violent Soho Muscle Junkie
You thought the world owed you a smile.
Your parent's cheer, your dad was proud.
Monday's will not apply to you.
f..ck you, f..ck you, I won't trust you.
So dig my head into the ground,
this muscle junkie tied me down.
And cut my limbs stuff them with air,
I won't, I can't I can't breathe here.
So lick the magazines with sweat,
and pour money into their blank heads.
Celebrities will die like you.
f..ck you. f..ck you. I hate your face.
Always. Can't you see? You'll die like me.
I'll never be you, that I know.
And I'll never be you, that I know. That I know.
And I'll never feel you I know.
I hate your face.
I hate your face.
So dig my head into the ground,
this muscle junkie tied me down.
And cut my limbs stuff them with air,
I won't, I can't I can't breathe here.
Always. Can't you see? You'll die like me.
