Text: Frustrators (The). Achtung Jackass. .25.

We're seldom equipped for loss, loss of any magnitude
Eliminating the awareness for pain there is only one truth
All good things must end

Get the .25 ringing in my head
Still in my head you won't leave me alone

Two feet of raw flesh I can still hear them eating
Three shots not enough fourth shot not soon enough
There is only one truth
All good things must end