I've wasted a lifetime in my head.
It's like wearing a rusted crown of barbed wire.
And I love it.
It makes me god.
Burn. Break. Cut. Choke.
The more I suffer the more I need it.
Under crushing weight of tomb stones is where I feel most alive.
The b****** son of stress.
It's like wearing a rusted crown of barbed wire.
And I love it.
It makes me god.
Burn. Break. Cut. Choke.
The more I suffer the more I need it.
Under crushing weight of tomb stones is where I feel most alive.
The b****** son of stress.