Genesis.
Matte Black.
Gloss of Blood.
For the Last Time,
Say Cheese and Die.
All Dogs Go to Heaven.
Either Hated or Ignored,
I Wanna Be Romanticized,
Crucify Me Wearing Tommy.
One Last Look at the Damage.
Materialism as a Means to an End.
Mannequins Are My Best of Friends.
Second Lines Come with Broken Souls.
The Crescent Moon And The Rising Sun.
A Death in the Ocean Would Be Beautiful.
Rotten And Paralyzed In A Tropical Paradise.
Lighting the Flames of My Own Personal Hell.
I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel.
From the Beginning of Time Until the End of Time,
In Order to Cast a Shadow You Must First Light a Fire.
My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed To The Judge.
If Self-Destruction was an Olympic Event, I’d be Tonya Harding.
My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames from Hell.
No Matter Which Direction I’m Going In, I Never Chase These Hoes.
I'm Done, Goodbye. ...And to Those I Love, Thanks for Sticking Around.