another Hollowell production

faded the hatered runs deep excuse me for a moment congratulations hows your life going its that time of year yeah sick of everything bruised to the fucking bone dont, stop, oh my god, please im ready for this night sad is the way you lived your life its time to clean your fucking ears fuck around Finley learned how to make that pussy drip disgusting as it gets you make me fucking sick feeling like I let everyone down as my dreams come alive ask me if i give a fuck thats when it occurred to me there's no more television no more fucking radio as i woke up this morning thank god for marijuana slowly slipping into some kind of void here we go again miscommunication haunted till extinction ashamed, lifeless, accusesd and blamed only god cant save me pain, torment, fear, feeling like a criminal dangerously in-between the lines tacos constantly on my mind you dont, you wont, you cant half understand so get in the fucking car we're going for a ride comprehend that my favorite word is FUCK see how fucked up the word fuck can be