Feeling waste that you've shot in your veins tied up them fences, but hare them complain
Shot in your youth that's been stuck in a dream All of that hell ain't as bad as it seems it seems
Master disaster that someone creates Has got your mind rolling in levels of pain
Mastard disaster of your will and your shame
Natural disasters insane

Leaking through ceilings Dripping through walls Someone complained that you ain't got the balls
To get up and leave, the headache around Master disasters waiting in the ground