Parkway Drive

These are the sentiments
Of a cold blooded cynic
So believe me when I say,
I would love nothing more.
Than for everything,
To end unpleasantly.
Concrete shoes, rising tide,
Grey skies let none survive,
Go.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
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I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world.
Of this perfect world.
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves,
A sailors grave is all I crave.
Bury me (bury me),
5000 fathoms deep,
And leave my bones,
For the depths.
The sharpest teeth await our skin.
The sharpest teeth await...
Bloodlust swarms,
Upon our worthless existence.
The Devil's teeth (the Devil's teeth),
The Devil's teeth,