Wasteoid

Place my hands upon your face
So I can feel the sting of life's denial
Swim upstream through daggers of piss
You'll go it alone

Unwilling to fold

Your veins ache of misled will
Those ambitions weigh like salt
Needles just to make it right
Mud to shit, shit to mud
Without your waste you don't exist
No end to the madness

Unwilling to fold
Unwilling, you don't fucking exist

Tuning: 
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