1. |
Sweet Talker
01:19
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Ever since you left me on my own,
I've been sick in my mind.
Look at my knuckles and you'll see the bone.
A scapegoat at the end of his rope.
I think I lost all of my faith in the world.
Everything you become
And everything you became
is nothing close to what you'll be in the end.
You're dead in my heart.
You're dead in my head.
I opened up my heart.
I listened to your words
and all you do is plague my mind
with your deadliest curse
So please continue your raid
My life is your game
Burn down my world and watch it all fade away.
I wish you the worst, I fucking wish you the worst.
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2. |
Pulled Down
01:55
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I try to fix my health.
But at the same time start to forget myself.
Pulled down by the undertow.
A broken heart, a crippled soul.
There's nothing left,
just a poor excuse for a heart in my chest.
I tried to fix myself.
Instead I created my own hell.
Wash me in my blood
and hang me out to dry.
I've become a fucking rat,
all that I despise.
Pulled down,
by the undertow.
It's safe to say my life
has never been this low
Pulled down
Welcome to my hell
No home, no heart, no friends
just empty thoughts on which I dwell.
I lost myself to the beast inside
nowhere to run or hide.
There ain't nothing left
but a hole in my chest.
Nowhere to rest my head.
Burned every bridge,
in fear of myself.
I guess I can't fix my health.
Can't sleep, can't dream,
there's a gun to my head.
I'll be at peace when I'm dead.
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3. |
Waste
01:47
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You're nothing more than a waste of space.
A rotten mind and a pretty face.
You roam the earth looking to please.
Yet you always end up back on your knees.
So keep your mouth shut,
and keep your pants up.
There's a reason why they call you a slut.
You want respect?
Have respect for yourself.
There's nothing more to say.
You'll always stay the same.
So stay the fuck away.
Bitch
You're nothing more than a waste of space.
A rotten mind and a pretty face.
You roam the earth fucking looking to please.
Yet you always end up back down on your knees.
There's nothing more to say.
You'll stay the fucking same
So stay the fuck away.
You're just a waste of space
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4. |
Sick
01:30
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Crooked lies,
you've played your part.
Pull from your chest
your beating heart.
Your fucking name is a knife to my throat
Disgrace and shame, your life holds no hope.
I've learned the hard way
that there are hard days.
No excuse to spend your time
in a coked up daze.
I'm done with giving out my fucking sympathy.
Yeah,
I'm fucking sick so stay away from me.
Pull the knife out from my back
and put it through your neck
for all to see.
I'm fucking sick
so stay the fuck away from me.
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5. |
Wolf
01:59
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You call me friend
after you stab my back.
Cold blood on your hands,
I fucking see it.
I won't forget what you did in the past.
Opened up my chest.
Let your fists do the rest.
I've got this fucking problem.
I won't let anyone in.
You played my heart
and then you tore it apart.
You proved my point
that you're nothing but scum
when you sucked all of the air
out of my fucking lungs.
But I
I still believe
I still believe
There's a way to escape.
There's a way to move on.
And stay away from the fucking gun.
I'll stay away.
This place of hate
made by you
was made for me.
Been here my whole life
I'd say I caught the disease
I spilled my blood
I lost my mind
Tore apart your heart
and found nothing inside
Nothing but scum
You call me friend
after you stab my back.
Cold blood on your hands,
I fucking see it.
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6. |
Own Up
02:14
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Run away
You're just a runaway.
A fucking coward afraid to face the light of day
An empty piece of shit
Own up to your mistakes.
You're a worthless piece of shit
so dig your fucking grave and lay in it.
It's time to own up to every lie that you told,
and every heart that you broke.
Find some morals in your cowardly soul.
Every word that you spew,
is a fucking excuse.
Open up your mind,
and put your heart to good use.
Every breath that you take
is a lie that you make
A fucking coward
just digging his grave.
Your soul is an empty cave.
I can't fucking figure it out.
The way you live just fills me with doubt.
A fucking loser on a fucked up earth.
Your life is trash,
you belong in a fucking hearse.
Dig your fucking grave
you belong in the earth.
Dig your fucking grave,
I fucking wish you the worst.
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