Self-Inflicted

I had a little friend
That didn't talk a lot
Blood fell out of his ear
In the parking lot
That day he woke up
Smoked cigarettes and walked
They drove up in front of him
And waited for the clock

Shots fired through broken windows
Bulltes hit the walls
Cop sirens angry mothers
Riots until fall

What happened, that morning
Was way above above the top now its history, its ugly
It's rigor mortis doubling
If I saw you, one more time
We'd sit and talk under the weather

Death was envy, it's ugly
It's rigor mortis doubling
If I saw you, one more time
We'd sit and have a talk under the weather

Its alright for me to tell you
What I wanna say
Its alright for you to hat
I'll do it anyway

Its alright for me to tell you
What I wanna say
Its alright for you to hat
I'll do it anyway



Credits
Writer(s): Troy Dry
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