There is ink in the water
Where I was born
Black sludge keeps me afloat
While I start to sink
Sink Sink
Drag them out like trash
Give them something to grasp
Thousands them
Begging to be free
A city built on the poor and weak
An amalgamation of what I seek
Kill em all
Burn em all
I am addicted to your suffering
I can't ever get enough
Spite is the only thing
I will ever feel
Drag them out like trash
Give them something to grasp
Thousands of them
Begging to be free