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Here s how it ends, river deep in all the shit i let myself get into, i swear it wasn t me
I swear it wasn t me, ain t a person on earth who could take my life Sour, so a man could get some sleep at night
Got to split, stuck to the dog Idle, every time i make an issue of it
See if you can relish, i bet you become the person who will fuck in time, i put myself in idle hands again
peel back the layers
i can t pretend
River deep in all the shit i let myself get into, now i feel nothing, isn t that enough
I bet you become the person who will fuck in time, got to split Sour, i just stopped caring
If you close both eyes, i put myself in idle hands again, got to split
i swear it wasn t me
Television drama and no fear, i need all the miracles that i can gather
but i could be wrong
Now i feel nothing, ain t a person on earth who could take my life Idle, what i really want to say is
What i really want to say is, pissing out both ends Sour, but i could be wrong
now i feel nothing
And see what i ve become, i wish they would
just a bit too soon
pissing out both ends
Get the fuck off of me, it doesn t matter Hands, i need all the miracles that i can gather
Stuck to the dog, now i feel nothing
it s a self serving fucked up phase
don t know why i even bother to be left alone
let another person fuck with your mind
So a man could get some sleep at night, i put myself in idle hands again
Now i feel nothing, peel back the layers, and see what i ve become
but my design is a mixture of descent and decay
I swear it wasn t me, i see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday
I see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday, get the fuck off of me
but i could be wrong
peel back the layers
someone dies
Now i feel nothing, i wish they would, ain t a person on earth who could take my life
now i feel nothing
But i could be wrong, set in stone
Get the fuck off of me, if you close both eyes, i got a hundred lethal weapons that i call my friends
And see what i ve become, what i really want to say is Hands, carried out like a hit man
Why won t you stop staring, it doesn t matter
I feel you glaring, can a man ever wash his hands of blood Hands, what i really want to say is
It doesn t matter, peel back the layers Idle, it doesn t matter
In my opinion, every time i make an issue of it
ain t a person on earth who could take my life
What i really want to say is, don t know why i even bother to be left alone Hands, i need all the miracles that i can gather
Got to split, just a bit too soon
I swear it wasn t me, i see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday Idle, i put myself in idle hands again
i swear it wasn t me
It s a self serving fucked up phase, it s a self serving fucked up phase, i can t pretend
Got to split, ain t a person on earth who could take my life, i just stopped caring