Text: Acid Bath. When The Kite String Pops. Cheap Vodka.

I blew my last five on a cheap fifth of vodka
Gonna kill somethin' there ain't nothin' gonna stop us tonight
I know about confusion
Let's start a riot let's start a war
Everybody that you know is a whore
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it I don't care
If there's gonna be blood we'll be there
I know about confusion
Turn all the lights
So I can watch it die
I'm gonna taste some blood

Before they close my eyes
Cause I got the answer
One bullet
I know how you feel
Cut out my eyes so I can't see
This cold thing that's swallowing me
We're meat and that's it so let's fuck it