Waylon's Infraction

Contagiously overwhelming
Spun into the web of immunity
Prolonging sleep for disaster
Countless are the memories that we hate
No we can't live, without the taste of fear
No we can't live, without the taste of fear

Shut the door behind you
It's getting near
It's getting clear

Patiently waiting, colder
Steel blade that drops me to my knees
Pushing deeper, you created this bitter part of me
No we can't live, without the taste of fear
No we can't live, without the taste of fear

Shut the door behind you
It's getting near
It's getting clear
Knock down the walls
We're taking lives
We're taking you

Fuck all the reasons and bullshit you give me
Creating hate from pain you excrete
Counting the memories left here to fade
Pleasure of killing you sticks in my brain

Beg, beg, beg
Beg for forgiveness