Auto-Redeemer Lyrics

it's like dealing with a waitress you

just serve up all the goods like a pact

with the devil when you know how

shouldn't but then again you should and

when you said you wouldn't i always knew

you would and even when you were bad

you were really fucking good then i got it all ass-

backwards started leading with my tongue and

unlike Moses cleaving ocean my partings weren't

much fun so feed more leftovers serve up

another dish I'll hang up for now you're making me

feel sick