Satan's Basement piosenki

Tomorrow is my day of death I await my time of rot I have no god to pray to now but this end I've always sought This moment of closing I no longer fear Because in my mind it's already here With this eternal anguish I will no longer cope The end of...

Defecates in his hands Stewing in his filth Rips a page From his book and wipes his fucking ass 

Pills! Pills! Pills! Pills! Pills!! You’re misdiagnosed Kill the pain But leave the bruise Even when they’re exposed Turn away the ones They’ve made abuse (Pills!! again) You’re the quota they need Investors are the ones They want to prove Alwa...

Force-fed a pharmaceutical nightmare under the guise of a cure Pay for protection Here’s an exception You’re the rejection We forgot to mention God forbid, you have a preexisting condition Good luck in this financial decision Research and development...