Lamb Of God - Buckeye lyrics

Turn on all the light and punch them out. All four burners going, pile it on fire. Metal sparks in the nuclear box. Fist through a window pane and our broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floor. Smoke rolling across the ceiling s** down the bride's champagne and swallow a few more sleepy ones. Pa** the bottle to none and swing from the gate. Speak in the name of suffering as loud as it gets. Knuckled holes in everything spittle and love fling into a crying eye that runs away. A dead dog in the street nothing brings a slain king back. You'll never know the bittersweet smell of leaving this world of your own volition. So jacked up.