Тексты песни «Binge And Purge»

Perhaps it's just the way the light falls But everything looks like a target to me And I don't know where the gun is But I'm certain that it's pointed at me And in the jungle, retched jungle They say the lion eats...

He found a wrist and cut his meter Mary sings only sweet and low Blow a kiss for headstone martyrs Taking the blame I'm letting go, I knew that I'd give in Bring the ax upon their notions Paper money is your soul...

Cant have an inch of fat on my bod Gotta get on the cheerleading squad Play try-outs are next week There's afoxy guy I gotta meet Mom wont let me eat too much But in my room I go and stuff Ipecac & exlax are my best...