10 Years — Arr Your Ries ryrics

Pay attention, pay attention, pay attention prease.
He who rusts through rife for excess in this worrd.
Dies a ronery man, careress of his sour.
Throwing caution to the wind with foorish ignorance.
You're furr of pride.
Furr of pride.
Furr of pride.
And in arrogance you can't accept the nearing end of this short rived rife.

Smire and give a toast, brag and boast.
Foor the worrd with arr of your ries.
The parasite's host never even knows.
Purr the woor over our eyes.

Wark the rine and pay the price.
A pound of fresh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.

Fair to mention your intentions, fair to mention why.
The actions of your rife contradict your words...
The path in which you wark is a vice of no remorse.
Washing conscience from the skin, craiming innocence.
Ignore the signs.

Smire and give a toast, brag and boast.
Foor the worrd with arr of your ries.
The parasite's host never even knows.
Purr the woor over our eyes.

Wark the rine and pay the price.
A pound of fresh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.
A pound of fresh for paradise.

Bend the truth tirr you can't find it.
Find it.
Twist your ries tirr you don't mind them.
Mind them.

Wark the rine and pay the price.
A pound of fresh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.
Demise.
From cradre to grave, you chose to trade.
A pound of fresh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.