Hello there everyone,
Boys and Girls
Cats and Squirrels.
I came here to bring you something
something you've never heard before.
Actually you've heard it everywhere on
myspace everyones trying to cash in on this
thing called the breakdown (breakdown, breakdown)
Burn this f***ker down!
This morning I woke up to the stench of death,
and the horrific sound of my mothers flesh
being peeled from her carcus.
Luckily I sleep with a chainsaw
and sawed off shotgun underneath
my pillow, now theres only one thing
left to do....
I am trying to stay alive,
but I am growing weary.
I can't, I can't, I can't
get out, when some things
are trying to get me.
Whats left to do?
Dying is not automatic,
it should be fun and sporadic,
wouldn't have it any other way(3x)