many more times than i can come clean
something wicked trips my good eye
and down, i crash

babbling a slippery tongue among close friends
all i need is just ignition.. fuel to rock this engine


i can't deny, i love the way
it serpentines, through my veins
paralyzed, at twenty-five

i love the taste, hate this place

ebony creepers barrel down upon the earth in my

80 proof is positive of something much darker at hand
saturation bombing of my senses
slackened by the stingiest of missions

to the derision of.. my.. life..

i can't deny, i love the way

it serpentines, through my veins
paralyzed, at twenty-five
i love the taste, hate this place


i can't deny, i love the way
it serpentines, through my veins

paralyzed, at twenty-five
i love the taste, hate this place


i can't deny, i love the way
it serpentines, through my veins
paralyzed, at twenty-five

i love the taste, hate this place

can't deny, i love the way

it serpentines, through my veins
paralyzed, at twenty-five
i love the taste, hate this place

hate this place
hate this place