Ramshackle
Sucked in your world of shit
With nothing but bad intentions
I didn't ask to be a witness
To your self-destructive sickness
Don't wanna be another victim
Cut throat on a regular Tuesday
Popped socket still breathing
You didn't even need a reason
They are the ones
Causing all these problems
We are the ones
They use for a profit
Treating us like
A pet project
Acting like it's all okay
They stay the same
Were put in our graves
We go insane
As the roof caves in
This is end of all the games
They play inside our heads
Just let me go
This house is not my home
I don't know where the fuck to go
Tied tequila to a tree
Pulled the trigger 1 2 3
Knowing that you'd do it all again
Echoing the name through the silent rings
Found in every single shot
That you fired at her head
They should have stopped you when they had the chance
Now she's rotting in a garbage bag
No one knows exactly where she is
Not even me
They pin us against one another
Just to watch us
All suffer
This is the place we once called our home
I just wanna go home and sleep in my bed
Away from all the shit they did
What you see is what you get
So prepare yourself for what comes next
These chemical's inside your head now
They are drowning
Everything out
Those poor lost children
Neglected and forgotten
Fucked with and poisoned minds
This was their brother's crimes
An old friend of mine
That I left behind
We were victimized
Procrastinating suicide
You're gonna burn
You're gonna burn
You're gonna
Burn
Can't believe you where once my friend
Just what the fuck was I thinking
There's no mistaking the feeling
Of this hate that I hold deep inside for you
No turning back this is the bed you made
Now its time to sleep in it with no regrets
Get used to the feeling of nails
Being constantly pushed into your back
With nothing but bad intentions
I didn't ask to be a witness
To your self-destructive sickness
Don't wanna be another victim
Cut throat on a regular Tuesday
Popped socket still breathing
You didn't even need a reason
They are the ones
Causing all these problems
We are the ones
They use for a profit
Treating us like
A pet project
Acting like it's all okay
They stay the same
Were put in our graves
We go insane
As the roof caves in
This is end of all the games
They play inside our heads
Just let me go
This house is not my home
I don't know where the fuck to go
Tied tequila to a tree
Pulled the trigger 1 2 3
Knowing that you'd do it all again
Echoing the name through the silent rings
Found in every single shot
That you fired at her head
They should have stopped you when they had the chance
Now she's rotting in a garbage bag
No one knows exactly where she is
Not even me
They pin us against one another
Just to watch us
All suffer
This is the place we once called our home
I just wanna go home and sleep in my bed
Away from all the shit they did
What you see is what you get
So prepare yourself for what comes next
These chemical's inside your head now
They are drowning
Everything out
Those poor lost children
Neglected and forgotten
Fucked with and poisoned minds
This was their brother's crimes
An old friend of mine
That I left behind
We were victimized
Procrastinating suicide
You're gonna burn
You're gonna burn
You're gonna
Burn
Can't believe you where once my friend
Just what the fuck was I thinking
There's no mistaking the feeling
Of this hate that I hold deep inside for you
No turning back this is the bed you made
Now its time to sleep in it with no regrets
Get used to the feeling of nails
Being constantly pushed into your back
Credits
Writer(s): Cujo Bonvie
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