Nothing To Gein

written by Chad Gray, Greg Tribbett, Matthew Mcdonough, & Ryan Martinie

Cold and silent,
Soiled face,
I will wash it all away,
With my love,
That's all she's ever,
Needed from me,
It's my time,
To Mother.

One of my own,
In my life,
I am so alone!
Left with no one,
In my life,
I'm so alone!

Life,
Submissiveness,
Hynotizing the ignorant,
A little boy's best friend's,
Always his Mother,
At least that's what she said.

Life,
A simple man,
Taught that everyone else is dirty,
And their love is meaningless,
I'm just a soiled,
Dirty Boy!

Just a soiled dirty boy.

Sheletered life,
Innocence,
Insulated memories,
Spark reflections in my head,
Duality in my consciousniss,
Caught in the war of hemispheres,
Between the love lost in my head.

Mommy do you still live inside of me?
I'm so list in my life without any guiding,
Protected me my whole life from everything?
Nailed shut the doors to the shrine,
To screen your dead eyes from me and my sickness.

Mutilate and sew,
My new clothes for masquerading,
Aprons of flesh corpse,
Scalped hair with skin upon my face.

Deliver the remains from her womb of Earth,
Prep the rack and tie up for new love's rebirth,
Covert understanding of novice surgery,
I'll foces concentration and only take just what I need.

For sickness I'm masticating,
Dancing and masturbating,
Celebrate the fields of night,
With skin upon my face.

Life,
Submissiveness,
Hypnotizing the ignorant,
A little boy's best friend's,
Always his Mother,
At least that's what she said.

Life,
A simple man,
Taught that everyone else is dirty,
And their love is meaningless.

Life,
Submissiveness,
Hypnotizing the ingnorant,
A little boy's best friend's,
Always his Mother,
At least that's what she said.

Life,
A smiple man,
Taught that everyone else is dirty,
And their love is meaningless,
I'm just a soiled.

If I soak my hands in others blood am I sick?
If I wash my hands in others blood am I sick?
If I drench myself in others blood am I sick?
If I bathe myself in others blood,
Blame Mother for the sickness.

Mutilate and sew,
My new clothes for masquerading,
Aprons of flesh,
Scapled hair with skin upon my face.

Dancing and masturbate,
In night light by myself.

Nothing is left for me to gain,
They're coming to take me far away,
Nothing is left for me to gain,
They're coming to take me far away,
Nothing is left for me to gain,
They're coming to take me far away,
Nothing is left for me to gain,
They're coming to take me far away.

Life,
Submissiveness,
Hypnotizing the ignorant,
A little boy's best friend's,
Always his Mother,
At least that's what she said.

Life,
A simple man,
Taught that everyone else is dirty,
And their love is meaningless.

I'm so soiled!
Soiled!

Dig

written by Chad Gray, Greg Tribbett, Matthew Mcdonough, & Ryan Martinie

Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I am rearranging,
Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I was slowly changing.

I would love to be at the face,
Of any mother fucker,
That's thinking they can change me,
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
If you're wanting a peice of me,
I broke the mother fucking mold.

I'm drowning in you wake,
Shit rubbed in my face,
Teathing on concrete,
Gums bleeding.

Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I am rearranging,
Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I was slowly changing.

I struggle in violated space,
Sell out mother fuckers in the biz,
That try to fuck me,
Hang from their T's rated PG insight,
I ain't selling my soul,
When there's nothing to buy.

I'm livid in my space,
Pissing in my face,
Fuck you,
While you try to fuck me.

Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I am rearranging,
Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I was slowing changing.

You ain't fucking changing me!

Let me help you tie that rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head.

Let me help you tie that rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head.

Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs,
Get on the plank,
Fuck!

Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I was rearranging,
Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I was slowly changing.

Wish you were committing suicide,
Sucking on a mother fucking tailpipe,
Dead man dangling from a tight rope,
Limbless in the middle of a channel,
Bob away!

-1

written by Chad Gray, Greg Tribbett, Matthew Mcdonough, & Ryan Martinie

Losses, losers and more,
Gain of life's pleasures,
Cohorts listen behind closed doors.

To a life meaningless,
Less than 0 in me,
All my walls falling down,
Pains aloft Misery.

I'm sure that the lessons,
Were well learned,
I'm sure that the punishments,
Went well deserved.

By the pawn in the plan,
Taste of shit bitterness,
Walk from me,
Everything systematically.

Come on,
Come on,
You were the one,
You were the one,
To dredge up shit,
Inside of me,
In my pointless life of nothing.

Tell me!
What I'm supposed to be,
Tell me!
Who I'm supposed to be,
Tell me!
What it takes to ascend,
Tell me!
What it takes to live.

Patience, pleasures and rewards,
Come in due time,
Stare at the Sun,
I'm bored.

In a life meaningless,
Soaking up all of me,
Like the cross you worship,
Life is lost,
Look at me.

I'm sure that some day,
We'll wake up,
I'm sure that some day,
We'll awake from the dream.

Of success and focus,
Tunnelling to the light,
Glowing deep inside of me,
Your taunting,
I wake up!

Come on,
Come on,
You were the one,
You were the one,
To dredge up shit,
Inside of me,
In my pointless life of nothing.

Tell me!
What I'm supposed to be,
Tell me!
Who I'm supposed to be,
Tell me!
What it takes to ascend,
Tell me!
What it takes to live.

Tell me now!
Tell me now!

Pain!
Misery,
Distress,
Dismissal,
Know where depressed,
Idiot failure,
Loser in me,
What I am in me.

Don't feel sorry,
Don't feel sorry for me,
Don't need your sympathy or empathy,
Don't need your sympathy inside of me.

Don't need your sympathy or empathy,
Don't need your sympathy inside of me,
Don't feel sorry,
Don't feel sorry for me.

Come on,
I know you were the one,
You were the one,
Numb to feelings inside of me,
Why I've siezed my vision?

Don't need you to tell me who to be!
Don't need you to tell me what to be!
Don't need you to tell me how to ascend!
Don't need you to tell me how to live!