Precious

slowly we cut throught the stench of a god-loving world
loosen thier grip and disinfect our children of thier lies

cut

i feel hatred running through me like a bullet
im feeling straight but i know i cant control it
i wish it all would change
i wish they knew a thing
i wish they all would die

bad days
i feel bad days comming

slowly we cut throught the stench of a god-loving world
loosen thier grip and disinfect our children of thier lies

cut

i feel hatred running through me like a bullet
im feeling straight but i know i cant control it
i wish it all would change
i wish they knew a thing
i wish they all would die

bad days
i feel bad days comming

open wounds bleed for me
take what you will leave me be

so precious