emmure
tales from the burg
I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore My palms full of sweat Clearly you've had your revenge For the night I spit right in your face You will never forget and I will never forget Ever waking moment I spend wishing you were dead Just fucking die It must of been his brand new hand pentagram Or the fact that he fucks Iron City girls, no condom, on the rag Just so you know The next time your sucking dick Your tasting the blood of a Pirates fan Tell me how much lower can you go in life? You fucking bitch I'm so over it I'm fucking over it I'm not over it I'm never over it What a perfect romance, a plague on both your houses