Dead Hand
Everytime I
Raise my hand its a dead hand
Bitch I'm melting
In the sand
Fuck a witness stand
How I'm hearin voices
Out in no mans land
Guess I'm fuckin damned
Fuckin know I am
I been chasin ghosts
Just like all of the rest
Yeah I
Been leavin notes cause I
Think that i'm next
Gotta hang up the phone
She want nothin but sex
I gotta couple of grams
If you wanna reflect
You gonna hate how it tastes
But you'll love the effects
Ion even miss her face
Shit makes me gag
Everytime I try to think
Ion even miss her ways
The times that she'd always try to make me sink
Make me think I'm the one fuckin up
Make me think I'm the one losin trust
Make me sleep just to see you cut
My throat my blood mixed in with the rust
Aint it amazing that death has a similar fragrance
To sorrow I'm so damn complacent
Like fuck can we get the show runnin
I'm runnin so low on my patience
I feel like I'm waiting for ages n it's almost like
Everytime I
Raise my hand its a dead hand
Bitch I'm melting
In the sand
Fuck a witness stand
How i'm hearin voices
Out in no mans land
Guess I'm fuckin damned
Fuckin know I am
I been chasin ghosts
Just like all of the rest
Yeah I
Been leavin notes cause I
Think that i'm next
Gotta hang up the phone
She want nothin but sex
I gotta couple of grams
If you wanna reflect
You gonna hate how it tastes
But you'll love the effects
Raise my hand its a dead hand
Bitch I'm melting
In the sand
Fuck a witness stand
How I'm hearin voices
Out in no mans land
Guess I'm fuckin damned
Fuckin know I am
I been chasin ghosts
Just like all of the rest
Yeah I
Been leavin notes cause I
Think that i'm next
Gotta hang up the phone
She want nothin but sex
I gotta couple of grams
If you wanna reflect
You gonna hate how it tastes
But you'll love the effects
Ion even miss her face
Shit makes me gag
Everytime I try to think
Ion even miss her ways
The times that she'd always try to make me sink
Make me think I'm the one fuckin up
Make me think I'm the one losin trust
Make me sleep just to see you cut
My throat my blood mixed in with the rust
Aint it amazing that death has a similar fragrance
To sorrow I'm so damn complacent
Like fuck can we get the show runnin
I'm runnin so low on my patience
I feel like I'm waiting for ages n it's almost like
Everytime I
Raise my hand its a dead hand
Bitch I'm melting
In the sand
Fuck a witness stand
How i'm hearin voices
Out in no mans land
Guess I'm fuckin damned
Fuckin know I am
I been chasin ghosts
Just like all of the rest
Yeah I
Been leavin notes cause I
Think that i'm next
Gotta hang up the phone
She want nothin but sex
I gotta couple of grams
If you wanna reflect
You gonna hate how it tastes
But you'll love the effects
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Hall
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