Everything here is so fucking lifeless Am I the only thing here with a heartbeat? Paroxetine has become my mistress Lay me down to sleep with my demons The ceiling lights always on, but it doesn't shine Illuminating nothing but a sore sight I was once the reaper Now I'm my worst nightmare, grim sleeper
Trained to kill for the thrill empty out my soul You won't be laughing When your bell tolls
(So you've finally come to take me)
Thatcher: I've let others try and they all failed Mistake after mistake, so I'll kill you myself I won't lose sleep if I kill you tonight Go on, make my day, put up a fucking fight
Jay: I've lost all sense of conscious thought Don't be surprised if you find me hanging from my bed post
Thatcher: I haven't killed in years and I'm thirsty Jay: Empty out my soul
Thatcher: All points have lead up to this moment I'll leave you hanging from the ceiling Like you, I have no feeling
Jay: Cut my throat Let me choke Make sure I don't stop bleeding Let the cold arms of death embrace me
Jay: You're just a number to my body count You don't matter to me I don't care if I die Go ahead and kill me
I don't care if I die Go ahead and kill me
Fear me Fear me
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