Deathtouch
I hate you all
I hate you all
I hate you all
Deathtouch, fuck you
You want me to be like this
Now you get it
You would not even listen if you fucking wanted to
My anger always wanted me to split your fucking head into
Two pieces that I get to
Keep under my bed until hell sits beside me and tells me to cry
My hatred for this prison has reached its place
Death now longs for one final embrace
This is how we all die
The black raven sits on top of me
While I am hanging in the dark noosе
Begging to break loose
Thе flock of demons that chase me won't escape my bleeding
My sanity is loosing its grip on the place where
I feel like I'll never stop kneeling
The same room has taken my feeling
From the beginning of my shallow breathing
The path of my mind, which is always defined
Always leaving me up on the ceiling
Whoa, fuck (I slit my own fucking throat)
The end is near, oh God, I have never had this feeling
My hatred has reached its fucking boiling point
I've finally got you at gunpoint
Finger on the fucking trigger
Let me make that hole bigger
Tears run down your eyes
The end is right fucking here
The end is right here
The end is right here
The end is here
This is deathtouch
My outlet is your face
I want to leave this place
You make me a disgrace
My outlet is your face
I'm gonna be your final deathtouch
Deathtouch, deathtouch, deathtouch
I am your deathtouch
I am your deathtouch
Bitch
I hate you all
I hate you all
Deathtouch, fuck you
You want me to be like this
Now you get it
You would not even listen if you fucking wanted to
My anger always wanted me to split your fucking head into
Two pieces that I get to
Keep under my bed until hell sits beside me and tells me to cry
My hatred for this prison has reached its place
Death now longs for one final embrace
This is how we all die
The black raven sits on top of me
While I am hanging in the dark noosе
Begging to break loose
Thе flock of demons that chase me won't escape my bleeding
My sanity is loosing its grip on the place where
I feel like I'll never stop kneeling
The same room has taken my feeling
From the beginning of my shallow breathing
The path of my mind, which is always defined
Always leaving me up on the ceiling
Whoa, fuck (I slit my own fucking throat)
The end is near, oh God, I have never had this feeling
My hatred has reached its fucking boiling point
I've finally got you at gunpoint
Finger on the fucking trigger
Let me make that hole bigger
Tears run down your eyes
The end is right fucking here
The end is right here
The end is right here
The end is here
This is deathtouch
My outlet is your face
I want to leave this place
You make me a disgrace
My outlet is your face
I'm gonna be your final deathtouch
Deathtouch, deathtouch, deathtouch
I am your deathtouch
I am your deathtouch
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Colin Hammond, Yannick Markus Lehmann, Marc Zellweger, Tommy-lee Abt
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