This Is Murderous

you are the fucking disease. another day, another memory. but i have fucking failed. i turned another lie into the work of a saint. so where is the cure? hundreds of souls with the look of horror on their face. now i rise from my knees. i will not li

just a papercut to spill your blood. just a papercut to spill your blood. i hear screams come out the window. maybe next time your caress won't feel like rusted nails. i am the son of rejection. so hold me to the light. tell me it's right to feel dea