St. Angst St.

Welcome to the tortured crooked corridors of Anguish

The horrors there enstorred are bordered floor to floor by vanquished

I languish inside the hide of pride but I've replaced it

With knives inside my sides, my back it doesn't have a place for it

I'm facing it! These alleys ain't my allies while my pals and I

Can ride and die, but only if we eye to eye, I try die inside

But im still kickin, can you vision? NGS ever quitting?

I don't think that I could stomach that condition

Like Mr. Never Gonna Stop is gonna stop and drop like flamin hots

Are burning up the building down til all that's left are cinderblocks

And I could drop like all my eyes are full of naught but polka dots

And I could piss you off like someone asking for the aux