| Thoroughly fucked up
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| In a peaceful kind of way
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| I think we fucked up
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| What the hell is wrong with me?
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| Thoroughly fucked up
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| In a peaceful kind of way
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| Seeking comfort with the grief and mercy sleep
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| So tell me about everything you seek
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| All I’m striving for is all that makes me weak
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| These vices hold me down so I can’t breathe
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| Seeking comfort with the grief and mercy sleep
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| Minds dead to the consequence
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| We always go from words to violence
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| Minds dead to the consequence
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| We always go from words to violence
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| These habits have got the best of me
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| And it’s wearing thin
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| The devil on my shoulder
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| Can tell you where I’ve been
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| I’m no doctor and this is no cure
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| I need the guilt it helps me feel pure
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| Self medicated in this ghost town everyday
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| I guess I never knew it any other fucking way
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| Minds dead to the consequence
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| We always go from words to violence
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| Minds dead to the consequence
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| We always go from words to violence
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| These habits have got the best of me
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| And it’s wearing thin
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| The devil on my shoulder
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| Can tell you where I’ve been
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| He has pulled me close
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| Welcomed me in his home
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| Finding some comfort at the thought of caving in
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| I need to say one thing to those who are dear to me
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| This is my attempt at breaking free
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| I need to know now
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| I need to know now
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| Just tell me fucking how
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| I think you know now
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| I think you know now
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| To these vices I must bow
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| These habits have got the best of me
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| And it’s wearing thin
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| The devil on my shoulder
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| Can tell you where I’ve been
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| These vices hold me down so I can’t breathe
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| Seeking comfort with the grief and mercy sleep |