Rife With The Stench And Squalor (Abacinate)

A worthless obsession that could bring me to your knees A burden on your path, The Lesson The first is a Blast, The rest is a Breeze It then gets complicated, Plays into Fears Thinking takes up too much time. The hopeless process in my eyes. The wasted pissing of my life. From a street called "Many Mind". Bite me. Blow me. I'm your priest. Spreading hate of Anything. Lets Escape The only ones who eat The Fear will be spared Only the ones who eat The Fear will learn their lesson The only ones who eat their fear will be spared Only the ones who eat their fear will learn Talk is a poison - Listen with hate Closing your mind and drifting away So you think you're right? I know everything and I don't want to hear it! Stoned! I am too rife With the stench and squalor of that god-forsaken street The sunrise is a lie Lost inside my basement room I know you know that I'm right! Right Nowhere. I got Nowhere for Nothing Don't Care. An What if I did? Downright. Get Disgusted and Sick of Me Ruined. You had Trusted and Nourished me Insults of Defeat. Causes Extremity An Insatiable need. Forget who's wrong. Get Up And Kill