Sheena Zebra, Cebra Sheena.
This mind is filled with filthy insanity, drives me to the roof again.
Its ok, rot to the core or die.
I can feel the weakness in my bones.
I cut my legs, now I can't walk
I'm ruined and wrecked by my own words.
The saints won't cry on my lame wars, battles that will never be won.
My eyes are open waiting for the fire, the greatest catastrophic scene.
Misanthropic, hateful, anti-all, and still not getting any.
I cut my legs, now I can't walk
I'm ruined and wrecked by my own words.
The saints won't cry on my lame wars, battles that will never be won.
Take me and pay my rent.
Shitty days, always dead.
No fun is left in this maze.
Ecstasy pills for me.