Williston Gentry Lyrics & Chords By Emperor X

Gentleman. sir:

I hate to be your cancer. I hate to hurt.

Gentleman. Sir:

I suck the devastation in a sweaty shirt.

We're on a rim.

Gentleman. ma'am:

They fight themselves disasters and they seldom win.

Gentleman, gatekeeper:

I found a little rape clog.

I found a tin inside the brain.

Inside the home, under the planks, I am alone and in disguise,

A strengthening pole and a harming gasp.

Gentleman, sir:

I hate to be your cancer.

I hate to hurt.

I'm working for your landmine.

I'm working in the Earth.

I'm on a rim.