Kismet

Infected stab wounds keep on bleeding
Transparent tubes they keep on feeding
Why me?

Where are the cannibals when you need 'em?
My hooded black friend, he got cheated
By me

My organ donor card didn't succeed it's
Stuck in my wallet and lost all meaning
To me

My eyes are locked dead center to the ceiling
A vegetable - I hope - is dreaming
'Bout me

Nothing, just nothing
Can make this any worse
Nothing, just nothing
Will leave me reimbursed

My language skills are disappearing
I speak in sounds that no one's hearing
But me

The misery, it is defeating
The question that I keep repeating:
"Why me?!

Nothing, just nothing
Can make this any worse
Nothing, just nothing
Will leave me reimbursed

Why me?

Nothing, just nothing
Can make this any worse
Nothing, just nothing
Will leave me reimbursed



Credits
Writer(s): Liotta Seoul, Sven Int-veen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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