Malice
Uh, get up
Uh, I'm paranoid, I'm sick, I'm not myself
I bottled up and drank the pain, but it wouldn't stay down
Now I've got nothing to give, nothing to say for myself
I'm nothing more than worm food, six feet under the ground, fuck
Malice
Malice
Malice
This is the death of me
It's eating away at me, this disgusting disease
I'm fucking sick, my stomach's starting to bleed
It's eating away at me, I don't know what to do
I'm fucking sick, I'll never be like you
Malice
Malice
Malice
Malice
I don't believe in salvation (salvation)
But I believe in demons (demons)
And I'll let you meet mine
If you really wanna see them
Once you go mad and slip through the cracks
The path is too dark to see the tracks
I was consumed by the dark, consumed by the black
I made a deal with the devil I can't take back
It's eating away at me, this disgusting disease
I'm fucking sick, my stomach's starting to bleed
It's eating away at me, I don't know what to do
I'm fucking sick, I'll never be like you
What's the point? What's the fucking point in any of this
If when we make it to the grave, everyone just forgets?
What's the point? What's the fucking point in any of this
If when we make it to the grave, no one gives a shit?
Malice
Malice
There's no more good left in me, and I hope that you never meet
This person that I've become, this ugly fucking disease
It's eating away at me, this disgusting disease
I'm fucking sick, I'm not normal, and I can finally breathe, ah
Uh, I'm paranoid, I'm sick, I'm not myself
I bottled up and drank the pain, but it wouldn't stay down
Now I've got nothing to give, nothing to say for myself
I'm nothing more than worm food, six feet under the ground, fuck
Malice
Malice
Malice
This is the death of me
It's eating away at me, this disgusting disease
I'm fucking sick, my stomach's starting to bleed
It's eating away at me, I don't know what to do
I'm fucking sick, I'll never be like you
Malice
Malice
Malice
Malice
I don't believe in salvation (salvation)
But I believe in demons (demons)
And I'll let you meet mine
If you really wanna see them
Once you go mad and slip through the cracks
The path is too dark to see the tracks
I was consumed by the dark, consumed by the black
I made a deal with the devil I can't take back
It's eating away at me, this disgusting disease
I'm fucking sick, my stomach's starting to bleed
It's eating away at me, I don't know what to do
I'm fucking sick, I'll never be like you
What's the point? What's the fucking point in any of this
If when we make it to the grave, everyone just forgets?
What's the point? What's the fucking point in any of this
If when we make it to the grave, no one gives a shit?
Malice
Malice
There's no more good left in me, and I hope that you never meet
This person that I've become, this ugly fucking disease
It's eating away at me, this disgusting disease
I'm fucking sick, I'm not normal, and I can finally breathe, ah
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Sebastian Davis, Joakim Oskar Patrik Karlsson
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