Arriving With The Sun

Die you fucking bitch
With a big glass of booze
We raise our glasses in a salute
Early PM we drink
Late AM we sink
Buckets of ale, a lot of smokes we inhale
Tobacco in our lungs
Beer on our tongues

Live with joy and die in pain

My love turned into shame
My shame turned into hate
My hate guided my way
I wish to see you dead

Run like hell, at least we fought before we fell
Trippin all night, we see a blinking blue light
With poison in my veins
I wish to see you dead
Bottoms up!

You’re living in the fade now
Like an abomination
I hate everything about you
I spit and puke on your grave

Die with regret and die with torture
Die you fucking bitch
You fucking filthy whore

My love turned into shame
My shame turned into hate
My hate guided my way
I wish to see you dead

The bottles are empty now