Cult, Kill, Cough - (B-Side Take)
There's a glitch in the track
Give a fuck
I don't care
Feel defeat in the knack
If you're cold, burn yourself
Never was I enough
To forgive
Now replace
Chain react, be someone
Never me always here
Spoon to feed
Shake it off
Memories I've become
Now you pain every nerve
Dislocate and re-hurt
How we bleed over blood
Effortless, now I'm not
Gently comb back the pages of all you've forgotten
I don't care anymore
Fuck yourself at the door
Cliched for the rhyme
All don't have the time
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
Even then, watered down
If you could be a lamb?
Take a knee
Drop a chin
Open up
Here's a gun
Emptiness, is what you wear
Hammer back
No more hell
Like it was when you held
Happiness
Dot the pin
Overweight added color
Envy made of the soot
The barrel burns anyway
Gun powder tastes like shit
If it pays then it ruins
Heavy gas
Always gone!
I agree I'm the strain in the room
From a far
I don't care anymore
Fuck yourself at the door
Judgment for the rhyme
I don't have the time
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
Give a fuck
I don't care
Feel defeat in the knack
If you're cold, burn yourself
Never was I enough
To forgive
Now replace
Chain react, be someone
Never me always here
Spoon to feed
Shake it off
Memories I've become
Now you pain every nerve
Dislocate and re-hurt
How we bleed over blood
Effortless, now I'm not
Gently comb back the pages of all you've forgotten
I don't care anymore
Fuck yourself at the door
Cliched for the rhyme
All don't have the time
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
Even then, watered down
If you could be a lamb?
Take a knee
Drop a chin
Open up
Here's a gun
Emptiness, is what you wear
Hammer back
No more hell
Like it was when you held
Happiness
Dot the pin
Overweight added color
Envy made of the soot
The barrel burns anyway
Gun powder tastes like shit
If it pays then it ruins
Heavy gas
Always gone!
I agree I'm the strain in the room
From a far
I don't care anymore
Fuck yourself at the door
Judgment for the rhyme
I don't have the time
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
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Writer(s): Daryl Blalock
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