Southern Lyrics

I don't like color my hair

I don't like the color of my eyes

So I'll change it up

Make it all artificial

Learn to love what isn't real

Fuck stick kill

My ill will

Fuck stick kill

I will reach into your chest

and use your sternum as a gear shift

I will rip through your liver

like it ain't shit

Fuck stick kill

My ill will

Fuck stick kill

Fuck stick kill

My I ill will

Fuck stick kill

Who do you think you are

I choose what I want to be

Mírame

Go

I will rip the hair from my head

And gouge out my eyes

in an attempt to appease to your needs

I will fall to my knees

And pray to god (god)

I (I)

Want

Blood (blood)

Guts (guts)

Gore

I (I)

Want (want)

More

Blood (blood)

Blood (blood)

Blood