Guillotines In Arbour Park lyrics

Spitting venom with a forked tongue And a tone turning roses black No personality and no substance It's volatile and dangerous It's fucking sad We make the best and run The gauntlet of violence Over-perfumed fucks who'll never have The privilege of friends Who bridge every gap Your hands kiss cheeks with fists formed These hands were made to punch this fret board Your hands kiss cheeks with fists formed These hands were made to punch this fret board Your hands kiss cheeks with fists formed These hands were made to punch this fret board Your hands kiss cheeks with fists formed These hands were made to punch this fret board