Abacinate - Rife with the Stench and Squalor lyrics

A worthless obsession that could bring me to your knees A burden on your path, The Lesson The first is a Blast, The rest is a Breeze It then gets complicated, Plays into Fears Thinking takes up too much time. The hopeless process in my eyes. The wasted pissing of my life. From a street called "Many Mind". Bite me. Blow me. I'm your priest. Spreading hate of Anything. Lets Escape