Hand prints on the window.
Htedomsa
5-8-12
I'm breaking glass through another.
This my world, a of reason defied.
I know. Wishes damp nailed rotting inception.
The key broke off in the lock long ago.
I wish I just broke, right, through.
Hindsight is perfect, so I cut out my back eyes.
See to well the danger in front of me.
Pain lets me feel, these parts are still ticking,
are still grinding, are still lying to me that I am alive.
I am building the biggest party for me.
Need no host or theme just a struggle.
Get your gun its window licker me,
coming to infect you.
Embrace your fate with a sorrowful handshake.
We are worthy of our sin now.
We are worthy of our suffering.
Yah fucking window licker!
You know you want it but just won't take it.
Have what you want, do what you are,
to be free. Real freedom.
Not whats on late night TV.
Getting use to the pain.
My wishes, are gone,
all used up haste or love.
Shooting star don't care about me.
There was a time when I could have had one,
or two, three, four be greedy life's short.
Then you go to Hell. A waste of time,
sounds like a vacation to me.
Already been there, before,
disappointing sight. I guess I got in for free.
I need diamonds in my tongue.
Maybe I'll get it for free.
I don't have the cash.
I just have pain which is enough,
for this world. Underfoot always.
Wouldn't mind night forever,
wouldn't miss one ray.
Hand prints on the glass,
as I breath over them.
Just to remind me, I'm a
Goddamn window licker fuck.
Going straight to Hell, I'll freeze it over.
Hand prints on the window.
Likely to remain.
