Social impaired
Under the gun
Bothering pesticide
Hungover sleepless
Wipe your adventure clean
And stop wasting your time waiting for another gift
Which happened to had already spent lyrics
All the pain in her arm is what she bought
All the love is an arrangement burden
Murder of two souls induced by truce
All the payment for the investment
I will never own such despair as suicide
Without a gun
Emptying all these graves
what is wrong with me
