The Siege of Leningrad

As I walk alone thinking about no one
Just death, only death

On my way to hang myself

Such a mess, so depressed
On my way to break my neck

On my way to find myself

I'm so filled with fury
The smell of blood
Now I'm on the hunt

I spot somebody hanging from a tree
Oh, lucky me
Now I fucking feast

On my way to kill myself

As I was alone
Thinking about no one
Just death, only death

Never felt I had a home
So, through this forest
I just roam

Such a mess, so depressed
On my way to break my neck

I'm so filled with fury
The smell of blood
Now I'm on the hunt

I spot somebody hanging from a tree
Oh, lucky me
Now I fucking feast

(Jonesy being Jonesy)

Now I fucking feast

Now I'm on the hunt



Credits
Writer(s): Collin Wilkinson
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