Lumberjack
Oh yeah
Are you ready
It's calling
Would you tell by looking at me
That I'll kill your whole family
I'm killing in the name
Killing in the name of fucking death
I look like a stable man
But inside is burning hell
What's inside I can't control
So I'll let it all on you
Want to cut down my head
Want to cut down my sight
Want to cut down my neck
But I just cut your trees
Want to cut down my head
Want to cut down my sight
Want to cut down my neck
I will cut your life
Want to call like an animal pray
Feeling like you are trapped in me
And the knife in your hand
It's stabbing
It's stabbing me inside
Would you believe me
If I tell you that
that your life is useless shit
It's inside of me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
I'm fucking fine
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
I'm fucking fine
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
I'm fucking fine
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
I'm fine
Want to cut down my head
Want to cut down my sight
Want to cut down my neck
But I just cut your trees
Want to cut down my head
Want to cut down my sight
Want to cut down my neck
I will cut your fucking life
Are you ready
It's calling
Would you tell by looking at me
That I'll kill your whole family
I'm killing in the name
Killing in the name of fucking death
I look like a stable man
But inside is burning hell
What's inside I can't control
So I'll let it all on you
Want to cut down my head
Want to cut down my sight
Want to cut down my neck
But I just cut your trees
Want to cut down my head
Want to cut down my sight
Want to cut down my neck
I will cut your life
Want to call like an animal pray
Feeling like you are trapped in me
And the knife in your hand
It's stabbing
It's stabbing me inside
Would you believe me
If I tell you that
that your life is useless shit
It's inside of me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
I'm fucking fine
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
I'm fucking fine
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
I'm fucking fine
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
I'm fine
Want to cut down my head
Want to cut down my sight
Want to cut down my neck
But I just cut your trees
Want to cut down my head
Want to cut down my sight
Want to cut down my neck
I will cut your fucking life
Credits
Writer(s): Georgy Nesterov, Mark Gruzdev, Davids Lauskis
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