So sick, they rather depression sing out
Go closer to the edge and sing for us in your torment
An endless gig in Hell without a break between sets
Sing another one while you suffer it’s entertainment
Yelling we love it when you’re to blame
Sing, twisted lyrics
Sing, it helps us die too
May our minds be like radio yeah we will wear your shoes
Repetitive themes you already know
So sick but they love though
Why reach for hand when a grenade of torment is better
Blast away we will be broken in pieces as hands sway
Another abusive album to play.
Emotion Dough 