Grounded by hell bound blood hounds clowning around town. Down and unwound, It's a beautiful sound it pounds into my stupid ass frown. The dead won't forget the image of me inside your head. You fell to the floor I opened the door Then you weren't there anymore. What was it all even for? Chords and cries, from the crows' encore. Man, fuck this score, the torture will always be yours Pour more of the warts into my guarded gourd Honestly, I couldn't give less of a fuck anymore. Leave me the pearls, and I'll leave you the chrome.
