Hate Paste - Archers of Loaf

Bit my lip

And it’s the same thing

Now I’m reduced to a pulp

Your undisturbed and decorated

Decorations lie

You’re hounded by pulse

Stabbed by spit

And your brain fits

Despite your ears

Another one has run in

Rotten and gossiped

You’re all used up

With a burst up shell

Why’re you gonna try it

If you know you don’t like it

How’re you gonna give it up

If you ain’t got it

Why’re you gonna use it

If you think that it’s broke

What are you gonna swell to show

The things that you’re breaking down, down, down

Down cold thresh flesh paste

Deliver hate paste

Voices sick and swelling

You say you don’t like it

You say you don’t like it

But you just don’t get it

You just don’t get it

You’re hounded by pulse

Stabbed by spit

And your brain shits

To clog your ears

A casual mark

Made by a bird

Look what you lost

With your fair hands

Why’re you gonna try it

If you know you don’t like it

How’re you gonna give it up

If you ain’t got it

Why’re you gonna use it

If you think that it’s broke

Why’re you gonna swell the show

The things that you’re breaking down, down, down