It’s a pain in the blood 
but makes ya smirk
When a plan comes together
 like Hindenburg
And the walls of the hole
you’re climbing from
Absorb the shit storm
and turn to mud
It’s an ache in my chest
‘cause I’m in love 
with seductive thoughts of giving up 
And every popped off lid
and given fuck
Won’t even fill up half of my empty cup

Hindenburg

Toilet Fridge Song

Nail-gunning My Deathbox (Stram)

Sweet old apathy
Pour me a drink
I've had better friends fuck me over
What I got was exactly
What I need 
That's why I killed Old Man Sober
We found rivers of bodies 
In bottles from battles
Battled over you
If I had one chance to do it all over
I'd do it but
You'd get fucked too

Blissful ignorance
Water told me
Solid ground is trying not to sink
Woven throughout
Are rivers of bodies, guess
my earth is cracking like me
Take the given 
We're chosen to own it
And sell it back polished and new
Keep on digging 
'til you reach the bottom then
Bury yourself in it too

Sans Anesthesia