Find no love in flesh, but only weapons The ones that do the most damage There is no peace in life but only in death In death
If I believe good wombs have borne bad sons Then I have no qualms using my gun I only love the things that I can hurt Can hurt Taking baths in all of the bloodshed From the shards I put into your head I'll shoot and break my nose from the blow
What doesn't kill me makes me wish I was dead What doesn't kill me makes me wish I was dead (Put you into the carpet) What doesn't kill me makes me wish I was dead (Like a love, it stains) What doesn't kill me makes me wish I was dead (I use these weapons to do the most damage that I can) What doesn't kill me makes me wish I was dead
