Vision Of Disorder. In The Room. Zeneszám

dont play, this is your ending
dont you see, cant someone help me?
broken body now i piss out a machine gun..well
the inside
something inside has died
it feels like death in my side
and you know what you did, what you changed, what you broke
hope you find your descrete jesus a pope
i sleep alone at night, tell myself everythings alright
whenever you wonder (holler) (it opens)
about you ive lost it (i love you) shine
bullshit the precious scandal
time to change out of anger

open up the fans and you give me away, i said
i said you open up to me
now i roll back my shell
and i love these deserts even?
and you know what you did, what you changed, what you broke
hope you find your discrete jesus a pope
wont something set me free.