Skullbash

Wouldn't dare think that way
That belongs to someone else
But I won't chase it away
That might numb me to myself

Wrapped up in my own idea
That's not it
Much too rich for my taste
It makes me sick

Head against my wall, forcing out my thoughts
Give me something wrong, just not what I've got
Pain or novocaine
Hands are bleeding but I'm clinging to home

Masochistic me
Drenched in subtlety
I wait patiently for you to think of me

Drowning in my bad idea
That's not it
You should just be grateful
You heretic

Head against my wall, forcing out my thoughts
Give me something wrong, just not what I've got
Pain or novocaine
Hands are bleeding but I'm clinging to home

You don't care but I still care
I can make it simple. I'm aware
That I still savor my tortured mind
But I forget this kind of martyr still dies
I'll still die

I lay the stone
I lay the stone
I lay the stone
I lay the stone

Head against my wall, forcing out my thoughts
Give me something wrong, just not what I've got
Pain or novocaine
Hands are bleeding but I'm clinging to home



Credits
Writer(s): Trenton Rowland
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