PERSONAL SAVIOR
Only two are gonna enter only one is gonna leave
I might blow your head off for a thank you and please
Yeah, I'm the dreaming of a demon
Who's been scheming on seizing
That god throne
Then knock them out
Freeze em
Not a chance of getting even
I just turn and burn
Watch and learn
Uh, uh
What the best can earn
If you don't stay concerned
With what you're worth
Hands'll dirty with work
Dodging the curse I'm
Picking up the penance at church
In line first
Screaming
What's the worst it could hurt
And how much for me to feel it
I'm only fucking with the real shit
We're all made for the dirt
Why I never see you kill it
Yo, you already know what the deal it's
Live just work, work till your dead yuh
Fuck all the hurt, what's in your head
It's all gonna burn, we already bled
Don't go to bed cuz who knows if you're getting up again
Huh
Everybody's dying young these days
Everybody everybody's dying young these days
Everybody's dying young these days
Everybody's everybody dying young these days
We should try to have fun these days
In the land where the gun don't play
Where Nobody gonna teach you how to pray
Unless you tell 'em how they're getting paid
If you're stealing imma ducking make you pay
I asked Jesus not to save you cuz he owes me a favor
Everyday a cold hard truth chaser
I'm a test taster
Speed racer, first placer
Jerking off
Still might be your personal savior
Jeepers creepers
Finders keepers
Search and seizures
You been take it or leave it
Tryna break even
I'm giving something to believe in
The king of the fiending
Angel the fight's lost
You're pointing fingers, bleeding
Only acting nice after lights
Off
I wanna see you
Take it off
Uh
Live just work, work till your dead yuh
Fuck all the hurt, what's in your head
It's all gonna burn, we already bled
Don't go to bed cuz who knows if you're getting up again
Huh
Everybody's dying young these days
Everybody everybody dying young these days
Everybody's dying young these days
Everybody everybody dying young these days
We should try to have fun these days
In the land where the gun don't play
Where Nobody gonna teach you how to pray
Unless you tell 'em how they're getting paid
If you're stealing imma ducking make you pay
But baby I could be
But baby I could be
Baby I could be
Baby I could be your personal savior
I might blow your head off for a thank you and please
Yeah, I'm the dreaming of a demon
Who's been scheming on seizing
That god throne
Then knock them out
Freeze em
Not a chance of getting even
I just turn and burn
Watch and learn
Uh, uh
What the best can earn
If you don't stay concerned
With what you're worth
Hands'll dirty with work
Dodging the curse I'm
Picking up the penance at church
In line first
Screaming
What's the worst it could hurt
And how much for me to feel it
I'm only fucking with the real shit
We're all made for the dirt
Why I never see you kill it
Yo, you already know what the deal it's
Live just work, work till your dead yuh
Fuck all the hurt, what's in your head
It's all gonna burn, we already bled
Don't go to bed cuz who knows if you're getting up again
Huh
Everybody's dying young these days
Everybody everybody's dying young these days
Everybody's dying young these days
Everybody's everybody dying young these days
We should try to have fun these days
In the land where the gun don't play
Where Nobody gonna teach you how to pray
Unless you tell 'em how they're getting paid
If you're stealing imma ducking make you pay
I asked Jesus not to save you cuz he owes me a favor
Everyday a cold hard truth chaser
I'm a test taster
Speed racer, first placer
Jerking off
Still might be your personal savior
Jeepers creepers
Finders keepers
Search and seizures
You been take it or leave it
Tryna break even
I'm giving something to believe in
The king of the fiending
Angel the fight's lost
You're pointing fingers, bleeding
Only acting nice after lights
Off
I wanna see you
Take it off
Uh
Live just work, work till your dead yuh
Fuck all the hurt, what's in your head
It's all gonna burn, we already bled
Don't go to bed cuz who knows if you're getting up again
Huh
Everybody's dying young these days
Everybody everybody dying young these days
Everybody's dying young these days
Everybody everybody dying young these days
We should try to have fun these days
In the land where the gun don't play
Where Nobody gonna teach you how to pray
Unless you tell 'em how they're getting paid
If you're stealing imma ducking make you pay
But baby I could be
But baby I could be
Baby I could be
Baby I could be your personal savior
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Schwan
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