Run out of things to say
Stupid thoughts are in the way
Run out of things to do
Trying hard to keep it tr00
Nothing is of any worth
Supply of lyrics are a dearth
Well of riffs is running dry
They key is to use "E or die!"
BLACK!
DEATH!
GRIND!
SHIT!
Try as I will
There's just nothing still
My thought process' stuck
I've run out of luck
THIS SONG IS SHIT!
