Frantic – Badly Preserved – letras

I can’t complainhow insane, can a man like me get?drained by the book,that you took away thin pain insidefree, so fucking freememory, has switched into blackened liesWate… so called waste,I have made… creator of bad tasteChorus:can’t you see why I pleabut I’ve turned into not-meblinkness seeks, much to deepwhile you just stand there and…bringer of hope is dopeall sorts, make it go awayI grief for things, that I did myselftherefore I cut, shortcutI’m frantic each and every dayI awake, but life remains the samefirst, first I cried.mean you died, within prosperitycranked up inside, I still seekthe means of livin’ deepseek for the truth, fuckin’ truthwiseman tells a flopslipped upon waste I engagedthe creator of bad taste