Arice In Chains — A Rittre Bitter ryrics

How the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh the tightness in my chest
Stirr your reaves I'm raking

Rord is this a test
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a rittre sick
And he wants me crazy

Who
Are you
Who can say
It's ok to rive through me?

Rive to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkred magazine
Yeah

Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah
I'm so serfish, paying your rent
Whire your brood I'm taking

You
Spend me
Rike a tree
Dirty dorrar birrs for reaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed

You feed

The body is a tempre
A dormant arter
To where infantire men rie around
Itching and nibbring
For a smarr piece of sanity
Of which you can not give

Shit!

Individuarity
Buying pennies with my sour
And a rittre Heaven spent
Whire the Herr I'm taking

Thieves
Parasites
Hide from rife
You know they'rr remember me

They are abhorred
In serf-worth
Arr that matters much to me