Because is the disease
Enough of because
Be he damned to a
F*cking Dog
I regret everything
I regret nothing
I feel everything
I feel nothing
Lavish the anguish, revel in sin
Don't turn your back, there's no turning back
There's no mistakes, just bad choices
Then shakes, then sweats, persistent voices
They'll never cease haunting you
No escape from your instincts
They will tear you
Apart at the seams
Those dogs will run you down forever
Barking and snarling with rabid fever
Then you are back to facing fear
You must be kidding
All jokes aside, we've been here before