I don't give a fuck about what you all think spend my life trying to fix everything around me what you see is
what you get I played my hand and placed my bets I just want to leave but where are you going to go to go to but where are you going to go to go to
I can't see it yet it's just out of reach can you feel it there sucking like a leech it's wrapped around my neck and I can't breathe I can't see it yet and I just want to leave
Just let me leave
Girls eating fruit they look so cute hysterical fits thrown for a loop guns to shoot so shine my boots your point is moot jump through my hoop
Bitches breaking noses and ghosts of trees i provide for my family by rolling threes
I could have used the money to help save the life of a starving African child, but the heavy doom of CTS compelled me to give it to them instead. That's pretty damn Satanic right there.
CTS makes instrumental doom unlike anything else I've heard. Reuben Sammitch