"Sluts fuck better," she said to me

So what's with this Scarlet Letter shit?

There's no A on your chest

Dumber than a bag of Hatebreed fans

There isn't enough medicine in the world for my headache

But if you'd prefer, go ahead and sit on your holy hands

And wait for your stuck up 16th century rapture

A little skin and you'd

Fuck me

Just like

Anyone

Else would

As we head ignorance first

Into Armageddon

See you in hell, damn your eyes

God damn your eyes

God damn your eyes

God damn your eyes

God damn your eyes