PROCREATOR LYRICS

1. Exclamations Of Existence

2. Penn State Of Mind

When will you get this through your fucking head?
I don't fuck what I don't respect.
I wouldn't crawl inside of you for the world.
Your so quick to change just like the rest of them, fuck the rest of them.
Your concept of forever is a fucking joke.
And I was so naive to think you'd never fuck anyone but me.
I put you on top of the world, now someone else is on top of you.
Bow out now with what little self respect you have left, for fucks sake.
I'll take your ring finger with me as a constant reminder.
Do they taste good? Do you taste the same?
I cannot fathom touching your skin again.
So smile pretty dear, this rounds on me, a toast "to immaturity."
When it ends you won't have a jaw to even open.
Keep pretending it's okay, we both know that it has to end this way, so face me.
I'm Putting You In Your Place.
You belong on your back.
You're nothing without your crutch, you're nothing without me.
I'll be the one smiling, when you end. When you end...

3. Starkiller

They brought out the dead to wage war on me.
At least through pain I feel something.
I have no lords in my life. I have no whore in my heart.
If I'm so alone, why do I feel at home?
Fake smiles, fake feelings, flesh fueled by gluttony.
I asked her what she feared, she said my fucking name.
Rightfully so, I brought them to their knees. Rightfully so, I brought them.
When I wake up, you'll be next me. You won't wake up again.
I can't see, I can't hear. I can't see, I can't hear, I can't feel anything.
I hung her as the sun set, and I quote "the world will revolve without you."
There never was, never will be any closure.
I have no lords in my life. I have no whore in my heart.
Get fucked. I own the in-between.
At least through your pain, I can feel something, anything.
I'll make the dead weep, bring them to their knees.
I'll make the dead weep, bring them to me.

4. Excerpts From The City Suites

Hands and knees on the ground.
Don't face me. You're right where you belong. Beneath me, your empty.
It's so fucking obvious your father was never around (he left you).
Keep on pretending you can swallow all this shame (he hates you).
I'd rather waste time on my hand then give you the satisfaction.
Keep on pretending you can swallow all this shame.
Your mouth is wide and your well runs deep.
It's running dry and you're running out of time.
So gain all of your affection from the chosen many, fuck your insides.
I'm so intrigued, your kind is so, so quick to breed.
Keep pulling yourself under, keep running your mouth.
You'd better keep drinking, try and numb the pain.
Your mouth is wide and your well runs deep.
It's running dry and you're out of time.
Keep on pretending you can swallow all of this shame thrust inside you.
Weed out the weak, make room for the righteous.
So quick to breed, your kind so unworthy.
Watch as I drag er body through the streets.
Her cervix leaked the entire way.
It stained the streets, it stained the streets.
Watch as I drag her body
it stained the streets, it stained the streets.

5. Stay Frosty!

Oh their bodies, they all look the same.
Oh their lives will, they'll all end the same.
Changing trends day by day, trading out friends for fabrics.
Hold your tongue, don't say a thing, just a waste of breathe.
And I bet you have a thousand friends on the internet.
Not one of them is here to help you now.
I hate the ground you tread on, just because it holds you up.
I'll say this one more time, you are not welcome.
You'll never get it, you'll never fit in.
It's such a tragedy, the fact that you breathe the same air as me.
Please just fade away.
If you think that you're safe, you don't know the fucking meaning.
You don't know the meaning.
How does the view look from down there?
Can you see us at the top?
If you think your safe, you don't know the fucking meaning.
You don't know the fucking meaning.

6. The Whore Of Babylon

PROCREATOR LYRICS