Dthblw
They take and they take and they take
From each other
Killing their mothers and brothers
Their sisters
They do what they want
They do what they must
To get ahead
Standing in a shallow grave
Just another one dead
Oh my god
What have I done
Looking into the mirror asking what have I become
Fall into my own filth again
Biting down on a pen
Taste of ink is bleeding in
What have I become
Is it bleeding in again
Deathblow to the head as ink settles in
Oh my god
What have I done
Looking into the mirror asking what have I become
Fall into my own filth again
Biting down on a pen
I can feel death creeping in
I got a call just the other day
From a friend
Asking how I've been
If I've been okay
I told him I was fine, abided by the social constructs
Forgot to mention the mass grave rotting in my closet
I got the gun to my head looking up
At the ceiling
They always said a fresh coat of paint could help deal with the feelings
A shade of red could really set the mood
Stand back
Click click motherfucker finger's on the trigger
Boom
I know what I've done
Who I've become
Right or wrong simply depends what side you're on
Remove the guilt
Take the pain away
I admit
I confess
I'm a fucked up mess
I can feel, I can feel it in the middle if my chest
I got the gun to my head looking up
At the ceiling
They always said a fresh coat of paint could help
Deal with the feelings
A shade of red could really set the mood
Stand back
Click, click motherfucker fingers on the trigger
Boom
From each other
Killing their mothers and brothers
Their sisters
They do what they want
They do what they must
To get ahead
Standing in a shallow grave
Just another one dead
Oh my god
What have I done
Looking into the mirror asking what have I become
Fall into my own filth again
Biting down on a pen
Taste of ink is bleeding in
What have I become
Is it bleeding in again
Deathblow to the head as ink settles in
Oh my god
What have I done
Looking into the mirror asking what have I become
Fall into my own filth again
Biting down on a pen
I can feel death creeping in
I got a call just the other day
From a friend
Asking how I've been
If I've been okay
I told him I was fine, abided by the social constructs
Forgot to mention the mass grave rotting in my closet
I got the gun to my head looking up
At the ceiling
They always said a fresh coat of paint could help deal with the feelings
A shade of red could really set the mood
Stand back
Click click motherfucker finger's on the trigger
Boom
I know what I've done
Who I've become
Right or wrong simply depends what side you're on
Remove the guilt
Take the pain away
I admit
I confess
I'm a fucked up mess
I can feel, I can feel it in the middle if my chest
I got the gun to my head looking up
At the ceiling
They always said a fresh coat of paint could help
Deal with the feelings
A shade of red could really set the mood
Stand back
Click, click motherfucker fingers on the trigger
Boom
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Writer(s): Dale Owens
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