Let it break, let it break, let it break.
No need to plan your escape.
So goodbye, get out tonight.
No need for alibis.
Break away, break away, break away.
So here’s to all our mistakes.
Euthanize what’s you and I.
Smother us with cyanide.
I have been listening to Make Them Suffer recently and I, surprisingly, am starting to really love the clash of styles within each song.