Messages Lyrics

Messages lyrics

Messages...

The bastards in the yard, they circle the house and
car
They'll make a check today, yet spend it on themselves
A hostage of
cocaine, bump off buck knives
With skinny and rancid whores, or a child at
the porn store
It's coming...wait for them to kill the innocent man
The
kid next door, it's the finalization, we're the battered herd
It's
coming...wait for them to kill the most in us

The riveting shock, for
half a block
My synapsis is full of years and years and years and
years

A hermaphrodite hanging in the window of cause
A borrowed theme
song, a twisted tide

Throw me to the dogs today
I could care less now