soldiers When in rome do as the romans do. Late in the evening I came to the city I fell to the sidewalks sighing for pity A diamond was dropped from
cost for a paradise lost when here is an Eden of natures creation? Sisters of servitude- fearful and fair, Who herald good fortune and mete out despair. Take pity
all my pain I'll tempt you fain Under my shining blade Hilt in my hands Woos me like blushing maid Beauty of whores By bodkin sharked and stained From self-pity
come into your dreams, or so it seems While you're deep asleep I'm beginnin another scheme Gettin that dough, hittin that hoe In the video, what a bitty, what a pity
-hearted whore She loves salting my wounds, yes, she enjoys nothing more I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now I'm the king of this pity party
(The_mad_Marquise/Thunderstorm) Hooker, hooker, whore x3 WHORE !!! After a five month relationship You start to pet with three guys on a party No apologizes
This is where it ends These half-asses cliche suicides are getting old and getting under my skin These rich degenerates and cocaine whores have worn
Don't you dare care about this fools Feel only few, just let them die For pity is the vice of kings I want a cruel, dominating youth DEUS EST HOMO Kicking
Nineteen seventy one we all heard the starters gun New York is such a pity but at Max's Kansas City we won we all shot the shit at the bar with Johnny
I am the serial killer I am the bloody hand I am the chief whore taker I am the chosen one. I am the red staight razor, The one who bathes in blood;
pity and bellied compassion. How can anyone be so distorted? How can anyone be so far from real human values? I can only feel pity for his twisted mind
infantile wound and regain strength Free your spirit from those who lead in praise Recollect the anger and the hate For not shall your morals dissolve in pity
on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew pity
anymore I will swallow everything I see I'll knock it back another round Until I find you pity me Much more than I could ever want So foolish, I'm a whore
eighteen But, I remember you And I will relate to you How our histories interweave At the time you were A rake and a roustabout Spending all your money On the whores
feel I keep it on the real-ah Sucking on my stick cause you think that I'ma kill-ah Respect that I get got your pity on it From the young to the sprung
words And my life's just so pitiful(and will always be) Like one big, smelly turd Die, die, BITCH, DIE! (and stuff.) Die, die, SLUT, DIE! (At random.) Die, die, WHORE
-hearted whore She loves salting my wounds Yes, she enjoys nothing more I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now I'm the king of this pity party