Mildread - Tuesday Lyrics

Turn it up, the flames getting higher
I feel the joy in my soul
I smell the searing flesh
And it nurtures me whole
It's time
Chop it up, fill it up
Crack another beer
Just fine
Grill it up, spice it up
It's time to get weird
The king is 'bout to get down
Every head needs its crown
Inside my shell
I feel the heat and it's hotter than hell
Losing my contents faster than they are consumed
Oh shit not again
Go!
Falling apart just like my life is
Greasy as shit
And I'm slipping into the darkness
Things turn and only turn for the worse
I'm losing control
The ground rumbles and I stumble
I'm ready to blow
Can't take it, I won't make it
The burn now seeps through my hole
Hail Mary, forgive me
For the sins I'm about to commit
The king is 'bout to get down
The devil's comin' 'round
Oh shit!
I'm starting to clench
I'm losing my grip
There's locks on every door
Oh f*ck! This sucks!
It's time to paint the floor
Filth clings to the walls
And it smells like death
Damn right it's worth it
This movement is my solace
Next week I'll do it all again
Tuesday pain!
Open up, open up, open f*ckin' up!
Tuesday pain!
Oh now I'm f*cked!