Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By A Wilhelm Scream, I was fucking up, handing off the reigns to you.
I
By A Wilhelm Scream, The worst writers are the ones who fuck up happy
By A Wilhelm Scream, Catch me. I'm a wreck who let my conscience down.
I
By A Wilhelm Scream, So I'm looking at this bottle, and this bottle, it
By A Wilhelm Scream, Rule one, is hang up your phone,
because if you knew
By A Wilhelm Scream, The voices are silent echoes. This is the hardest part.
The
By A Wilhelm Scream, Take this record. Start with self-mockery.
A master work of toilet
By A Wilhelm Scream, Another jog through hell, but why are you pacing?
We're not
By A Wilhelm Scream, If I can then I will twist this knife until
By A Wilhelm Scream, Fuck genius. What's an artist?
Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's
By A Wilhelm Scream, I will make myself, a mile from the racetrack, drag