Songwriter For The Tormented

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.

Music that helps keep my mind on things above. Via Spotify.
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