Comadre - Blackland Dirt lyrics

The scornful face of saturation, scorn, and heartless compa**ion. A fully synthetic being functioning solely on a drive for acceptance, appeal, absence of thought, corrupting all I hold dear. A sharp drive through the heart of my conviction, my heartfelt compa**ion. Pull this rusty blade, place it in the ground, buried next to my fallen hopes. Level my utopia, flood this perfect world with cover-up and hairspray, diet pills and vomit. Starve my siblings. Turn my child against herself.