I Am Mook şarkı sözleri
Willingly offering the
Confines of my mind
To any evil entity that I can conjure
Dilapidated
Distorted
I chased the sun
Remorse for none
Moniker my fucking gun
Since you like my name inside your mouth
Weaving
Rem and malice
Into a cornucopia of misery
Weaving
Rem and malice
Into a cornucopia of misery
Rancid foul
Repulsive concepts
Creep into my skull
Necrotic hope it rots
And boils into a pot
A soup of sorrow
You can taste
But you burned your tongue
To save you from
A taste of bitter truth
You caused
