Obituary's Son
Obituary's son
Will anyone miss me when I'm gone?
Will anyone mourn Obituary's son?
I'm in a glass house with no stones to throw
So I use my fists (So I use my fists)
Even blood itself has a home
So I kiss my wrists
You wouldn't believe me if I told you what I've seen
No amount of water can wash these blood-soaked hands clean
Sometimes I want to (Sometimes I want to)
Sometimes (Sometimes I want to)
I want to rid the earth of any semblance of me
Sometimes I want to disappear silently (Sometimes I want to)
I want to disappear, let me disappear, let me disappear
I want to disappear, let me disappear, let me disappear
I want to disappear, let me disappear, let me disappear
I want to disappear, let me disappear, let me disappear
Well, it hurts to laugh, and it hurts to cry
And it hurts to look another man in the eyes
And it hurts to live, oh God, but it hurts even worse to die
Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive
Will anyone miss me?
Will anyone mourn?
Will anyone miss me when I'm gone? (I won't be)
Another suicide, another life undone (Obituary's son)
But I turn away the loaded gun
Another dance with death, another battle won (Obituary's son)
But I'm still alive, so take your hands off me
But I'm still alive and kicking, so take your hands off me
So take your hands off me
Will anyone miss me when I'm gone?
Will anyone mourn Obituary's son?
I'm in a glass house with no stones to throw
So I use my fists (So I use my fists)
Even blood itself has a home
So I kiss my wrists
You wouldn't believe me if I told you what I've seen
No amount of water can wash these blood-soaked hands clean
Sometimes I want to (Sometimes I want to)
Sometimes (Sometimes I want to)
I want to rid the earth of any semblance of me
Sometimes I want to disappear silently (Sometimes I want to)
I want to disappear, let me disappear, let me disappear
I want to disappear, let me disappear, let me disappear
I want to disappear, let me disappear, let me disappear
I want to disappear, let me disappear, let me disappear
Well, it hurts to laugh, and it hurts to cry
And it hurts to look another man in the eyes
And it hurts to live, oh God, but it hurts even worse to die
Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive
Will anyone miss me?
Will anyone mourn?
Will anyone miss me when I'm gone? (I won't be)
Another suicide, another life undone (Obituary's son)
But I turn away the loaded gun
Another dance with death, another battle won (Obituary's son)
But I'm still alive, so take your hands off me
But I'm still alive and kicking, so take your hands off me
So take your hands off me
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Coupe, John Crowder
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