why they hate me so But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like Montana licking, sniffing crazy blow Still I be hard to kill like Seagal
A peculiar thing happened to me this morning Just as I reached into my pocket to find it empty of any sow I saw two broken twigs on the ground Shaped
the message in the music I found the message in the music I found the message in the music I found the message in the music I found the message in the music
Music almost killed me now and I don't understand Music almost took my life, things got out of hand Music almost killed me now, I don't understand Music
this monotony Kill the fuckin' music industry Sick of all this monotony Kill the fuckin' music industry Kill the fuckin' music industry Kill the fuckin' music industry Kill the fuckin' music industry Kill
head (Let's kill music) It seems we're the ones who's got the guts to bleed (Let's kill music) It's not number one who will come out alive (Let's kill music
Stutter step to the beat of a disparaged lover Dumb and pulsin' we've become Bedroom door is an old black lung It's arrhythmic, uninvitin' and pliable
supposed to make you happy Taking pills and drinking whiskey Picking can be mighty risky Joe don't let your music kill ya nobody cares Joe don't let your music kill
lives as we all live to die. Holding on to anything. It's hard to find the in-between. Burning candles, apathy. We're bored and petrified. [Chorus] We love to kill
Take a look at your haircut. You're killing me. Take a look at your glasses. You're killing me. Placement of the piercings. You're killing me. Fight.
have the world and still have this hate / Give me the music that kills / It's the only thing keeping me / From killing you motherfuckers physically /
things they'll change your life and control your mind I can't relate to it [Chorus x2] Kill the fuckin' music industry! xalot Why? [Chorus x3] Kill the fuckin music
ones among the first into the breach Once more unto the breach Subsumed by abomination Dead ritualistic threnody this killing music
I tried to write you another fucking poxy love song all this time I wasted on you has left me callous fucked up & jealous coz you left me in the dark
the guts to bleed It's not numnber one who will come out alive It's the freak in the corner with his eyes on fire Let's kill music Before it kills us
Stutter step to the beat of a disparaged lover Dumb and pulsing we've become The bedroom door is an old black lung It's arrhythmic Uninviting and pliable