Sand Box from Synthetic Sponge by Cullen Page

The truth hurts, bad words might be the right ones
Bad words are turds and I'm a sewer rat
The riddles on the wall don't bother me at all
The riddles aren't words at all

I crawl this scheme, around the barbed wire
I'm in the pits of hell but where's the fire?
The greenest grinch won't halt my transformation
My darkest hour, the hour I awaken
I'm in the scheme, the sand box of Satan
In the sky the number 7
The devil's one of thousands more like him
I'll meet him in the mountains and I'll...

I'll meet him in the mountains and I'll fight him
I'll kick his ass to mars and then I'll write him
I'll meet him in the mountains and I'll fight him
I'll kick his fucking shit and then I'll bite him
Bite him

I'll bite him

• Rock
• experimental
• Austin