Suicide Jag
Feel so bad and broken, day in and day out
Confused and annoyed, it's all I find I think about
The voices all around you startin' to make you blind
12 o'clock, tick-tock, come on, baby, now it's brainwashing time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your cage
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your cage
I'll be gone, I'll be gone far away
The king is dead, long live the fucking king
There used to be a time when I'd
do almost any single little thing for you
I see you now, and my stomach's balled up in a knot
I feel the cold knife blade of disgust in my gut like a shot
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your cage
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your...
You'll still be trapped here in your, trapped in your cage
You can fuck me, and I hate you
You can hate me, and I fuck you
Isn't that what this is all about?
You can fuck me, and I hate you
You can hate me, and I fuck you
Isn't that what this is all about?
The future's not all it's cracked up to be
Bloated in the daylight, dead eyes seldom see
Your empire's in flames and your kingdom's out of power
The Emperor's dead, and on his grave, are crushed a dozen dead flowers
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your ca-age
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your ca-age
I'll be gone, I'll be gone far away-ay
I'll be gone, I'll be gone far away
I'll be gone, I'll be gone far away-ay-ay-ay
Confused and annoyed, it's all I find I think about
The voices all around you startin' to make you blind
12 o'clock, tick-tock, come on, baby, now it's brainwashing time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your cage
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your cage
I'll be gone, I'll be gone far away
The king is dead, long live the fucking king
There used to be a time when I'd
do almost any single little thing for you
I see you now, and my stomach's balled up in a knot
I feel the cold knife blade of disgust in my gut like a shot
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your cage
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your...
You'll still be trapped here in your, trapped in your cage
You can fuck me, and I hate you
You can hate me, and I fuck you
Isn't that what this is all about?
You can fuck me, and I hate you
You can hate me, and I fuck you
Isn't that what this is all about?
The future's not all it's cracked up to be
Bloated in the daylight, dead eyes seldom see
Your empire's in flames and your kingdom's out of power
The Emperor's dead, and on his grave, are crushed a dozen dead flowers
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your ca-age
Mornin' will come, and you'll still be trapped here in your ca-age
I'll be gone, I'll be gone far away-ay
I'll be gone, I'll be gone far away
I'll be gone, I'll be gone far away-ay-ay-ay
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Thomas, Jared Raymond Hendrickson
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