filthy as the dirt beneath the mud

shameless like satans seed

bad dreams

bad nightmares

mirror is the portal to the gloom

mind filled with evil

dis-passion bound to explode

shall i cue these fues?

when its safe and no one is around?

shall i cut these chords?

no power running through

depleted

defused

maybe soon

i just woke up in the morning, i got mud in my cup.

we are SO F***ING BACK