Question myself till I bleed Will I live to spoil another day The answers lost in mud I won't if it goes on this way And what if you discovered that I could not give a fuck Would you crumble, start to fall Just like I have a hundred times before
Blacken my face Distort my features I'll be no-one soon
I was told to bank on 70 22's been hard enough Search for a space to hide in The life I have's too much Feeble-minded, fickle and worthless Sickened by my blind incompetence Can't even pay the rent And I can't see a way out
Blacken my face Distort my features
alone - on my own - I fight but I will not win
I have been wrong - misled - and now I feel dead Put in goal for the millionth time Not a scratch on anyone else Fuck you - can't even erase my self I don't want to be here - living with fear So whilst I hunt for the exit - keep the fuck out of my way And you should know by now no one fucking hurts you like you hurt yourself
Submission hold around my throat Father, son and holy goatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
