Lyrics The Dillinger Escape Plan

The Dillinger Escape Plan

Sugar Coated Sour

What rounding out breaks the silent barrier waiting

And waiting. can i pick your modest waste? i expect

No more than a simple regret. did i stutter, what? did

I stutter. yeah, you deserved it and you earned it.

Take a bow you deserve it. eat shit you earned it life

Would be so much better if you did not exist. and god

Bless you fucking queen. what pawns we have

Become in this bland little play: sugar. coated. sour.