Lyrics Buckshot Breakfast - Psychosomatic

Buckshot Breakfast

Nerve endings severed body parts numb
Consciousness gone black from
The things i’ve done
No more nightmares from my obscene mind
No dreams of hope that i will never find
Peppered my head with a lead filled stream
A splashed on bloodstain’s
All that’s left to clean
Brain matter has blown across the air
Like a popped tomato with locks of hair