(oh i'm sorry.ni didn't know you were so closely... pregnant.)nni've watched them, breath fadednpay homage to jailers of lore.nyou doubt me, by tantrum the passive dismiss for the infidel scourge.noh and i'll do it so wellnwhen it's the children on fire themselvesnnarcotic, catharsis, a blood to conspirena plague to endure.nn*oh and my conscience still screams, nbloody murder to me.ni hope it never, i hope it never tells me nwhat i want to hear.nand when your head hits the floor, your body knows it's for sure. changing up the state of dramatics.nni took you in and washed your hands, nbowed and flinched at your demands.nwe walk through sin, but only my principle in hand.nnplus, i guess you fight within the china shop. the gun runs red, while the china don't stop. nyou know being a cop, means a heart of charity, fill the open slot.nn*and my conscience still screams, nbloody murder to me.ni hope it never tells me nwhat i want to hear.nand when your head hits the floor, nyour body knows it's for sure.nchanging up the state of dramatics.nnthe loveless so fickle, a boredom too ripe to ignore. nrelentless, the surface remedial fascist is the fate to endure.noh, i mistook you for kin, condemned for your passion within.nnarcotic, catharsis, a blood to conspirena face to abhor.nn*oh and my conscience still screams, nbloody murder to me.ni hope it never, i hope it never tells me nwhat i want to hear.nand when your head hits the floor, nyour body knows it's for sure.nchanging up the state of dramatics.nnand my conscience still screams, nbloody murder to me.ni hope it never, i hope it never tells me nwhat i want to hear.nand when your head hits the floor, nyour body knows it's for sure.ni hope it never, i hope it never tells me nwhat i want to hear.