You had apologized before, didn't you?

(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
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(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
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(He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol)

And then I shudder under the static
It's unbecoming, it's problematic
My intuition, changes еrratic
I run for cover-cover beforе I havoc-havoc
I take what I want, I'm a pig, I'm a creep
And I vomit while I walk as I shit where I eat
I'm a cyst in your stomach, I'm a blood fat leech
And I hope one day I get to die in my sleep

(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
(He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol)
(He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol)
(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
(He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol)
(He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol)

I learn my lesson-lesson, I learn to like it
I am a cancer, asymptomatic
I keep my head down, masses of plastic
And in my slumber, I see my casket

All the angels move in faster
Where's my movement, where's my movement
I can feel it coming, I can feel it in my sleep
I grow weaker by the minute, but a minute's all I need
Becoming tired of the talking 'cause the talk is fucking cheap
Start to rattle and shake as I lay my soul to keep
'Cause I know I feel it coming, I can feel it in my sleep
I grow weaker by the minute, but a minute's all I need
Becoming tired of the talking 'cause the talk is fucking cheap
Start to rattle and shake as I lay my soul to keep, oh
Come and take it from me

(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
(He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol)
(He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol)
(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
(Body the pistol, body the pistol)
(He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol)
(He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol)

Final
You have, 12 hours left

GET IT

CORPSE LOCKED IN THE BATHROOM
BLOOD INSIDE MY SINK
I WANNA BE
CATATONIC
WHERE I CANT EVEN THINK

BLEEDING OUT INSIDE MY CLOSET
THE SECRETS I WILL KEEP
WORTHLESS FUCKING CUM DEPOSIT
I DON’T EVER SLEEP

METAL SHARDS INSIDE MY VOMIT
GUN SHOTS THROUGH MY DOOR
I CAN TAKE JUST WHAT I WANT WHEN
I SETTLE THE SCORE

CUT MYSELF UP INTO RIBBONS
ALL OVER THE FLOOR
I GOT BITE MARKS ON MY STOMACH
THAT WEREN’T THERE BEFORE

BLOOD BEHIND MY EYES WHEN I TRY TO SLEEP AT NIGHT
GO-ING MISSING WHEN MY MIND
TURNS OUT THE LIGHTS

I DONT HAVE A GUN

You have-

Oh my god SHUT THE FUCK UP

THINK
TWICE

I WILL BE IN LOVE FOREVER CAUSE IM GONNA DIE TONIGHT

SO PLEASE JUST HOLD ME ONE LAST TIME

BEFORE I BLOOM INTO A FLOWER OF FLESH AND SAY GOODBYE

Transformation complete
You are now, as you once were. Beautiful
You are
Dogmatica