Tekstovi: Superjoint Ritual. 4 Songs.

God, my eyes were wide an open casket smile
You were never liked at all, and I'm fucking glad you're gone
You would rip off, pervert jackoff, big talk no show
Broken back bone

You never looked better, dead and gone
I never felt better, you're dead and gone and
I wish I would have done, what nature finished first
I'd done it with my hand, then left and shot myself

You never looked better, dead and gone
I never felt better, you're dead and gone and no more bother
I never lose sleep, I don't regret a thing
Believe me when I say, I'm fucking glad it's over

Fucking words
The praising of a higher hate
Don't doubt a fucking word

The darkest month, the darkest month is here
When you can't move so freely
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out

I can't watch, I can't bear
I just want to hang myself
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out

I committed a felony, never had much trouble before
First time offender

Got put through the ringer
My bank account shrunk a lot
But I set an example

Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out
Yeah, you got a chance to wait for me
Yeah, you got a chance to wait for me

You've never forgiven, exploited in dirt
It bothers you, it tortures you
One more plight, left in life
Shoot me dead, in the head

You [Incomprehensible], destroy yourself
[Incomprehensible]
One more plight, left in life
Shoot me dead, in the head
Catch me if you can

Never touch me, never come near me
Never touch me, never come near me

Never touch me, never come near me
You're a punk, a bunch of words, not one percent
You're found out if you were me, you'd be in luck
But you're not, so you suck

Show me a dollar, I'll show you no heart
Show me a heart, and I'll show you my eyes

Wrong inside
Given the inch, crippled a mile
The pull of the dragon, the pull of the drug
I cannot see what the big fucking deal is?

No repentance, no respect
Blown up eyes, blown up skies
I cannot see what the big fucking deal is?
And I cannot wait till the love is a fuck

Back to the world
The tourniquet knot is slipping apart
Bones left to pick
They radiate and splinter away