We Hate Mondays Lyrics


Breaking through

Flesh turned red

On the table

Sacrifice is dead

I know not

Of what I do

But all of this

Is for you

Veins pump

Crystal meth

As I

Turn deaf

Nails bite

Cringe of light

Veins pump

Liquid death

Shot a dog

Kicked a girl

Another bag

My insides hurl

Blinded eyes

The acids burn

Another needle-freak dead

They never learn

Veins pump

Crystal meth

As I

Turn deaf

Nails bite

Cringe of light

Veins pump

Liquid death

Breaking through

Flesh turned red

On the table

Sacrifice is dead

I know not

Of what I do

But all of this

Is for you

Veins pump

Crystal meth

As I

Turn deaf

Nails bite

Cringe of light

Veins pump

Liquid death