Precious کے بول

slowly we cut throught the stench of a god-loving world loosen thier grip and disinfect our children of thier lies cut i feel hatred running through me like a bullet im feeling straight but i know i cant control it i wish it all would change i wish they knew a thing i wish they all would die bad days i feel bad days comming slowly we cut throught the stench of a god-loving world loosen thier grip and disinfect our children of thier lies cut i feel hatred running through me like a bullet im feeling straight but i know i cant control it i wish it all would change i wish they knew a thing i wish they all would die bad days i feel bad days comming open wounds bleed for me take what you will leave me be so precious