if thoughts could kill, we'd both be deader than a week-old corpse - sadaharu lyrics

please abuse me with fists perfectly formed. bite off my tongue so i wont say a word (the anger dulls your beauty – the alcohol washes it completely away.)… a cantankerous cacophony of calamity. consume conscience but claim control. (and its only now i realize that i’ve overexposed myself)… i no longer believe in angels.