black devil car
Autor twisted | 31 Okt, 2007
Riding around In my black devil car
I can't hear a sound
Because her foot pushing down to hard
And white angles cry
For her black devil heart
She wants me to stop
She should never let me start
Riding around
Change is coming through my shadow.
I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine
we kiss
Here I am now
How many times will it take before we pull the breaks
Sitting on an angry chair
Everybody hates me now so fuck it
Stand up and be counted 1-2-3
There's a place so dark you can't see the end
Whomsoever I've cured
this is the first day of my last days
i built it up now i take it apart climbed up real high now fall down
real far
no need for me to stay the last thing left i just threw it away
i put my faith in god and my trust in you
now there's nothing more fucked up i could do
i'm the one without a soul i'm the one with this big fucking hole
no new tale to tell twenty-six years on my way to hell
gotta listen to your big time hard line bad luck fist fuck
don't think you're having all the fun
you know me i hate everyone
It's just another bombtrack
Wait another minute.