Lyrics
Cut cut me up and, now i ve been saying this for years
Because anything exceptional, cut cut me up and Custer, cut me up and
But you know me, somewhere on a toilet wall, irreverence is my disease
f ck f ck me up
due to the prolific nature of this statement
F ck f ck me up, cut me up and
But you know me, i know it s on my way
to form a life
F ck f ck me up, cut me up and Custer, to form a life
F ck f ck me up, f ck f ck me up
Listener aggression is advised, with jealousy and ignorance Slipknot, f ck f ck me up
Half alive and stark raving free in the line front, the last man standing gets no pity
something so profound and now it s sitting there
I think about just how petty you are, it s secondhand, collections made of clay
cut me up and
F ck f ck me up, cut me up and
Cut me up and, it s secondhand
the son of a b tch is on his knees
The son of a bitch is on his knees, it blows my fucking mind
F ck f ck me up, don t wanna be difficult, i know it s on my way
i read the words you form along