Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song anatomy 1:2, artist - King 810. Album song Memoirs Of A Murderer, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 14.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
anatomy 1:2 |
My imagination’s not a crazy one, no |
I grew up in the slums where they kill anything that grows |
I’m saying i can’t make these things up so |
We only live reality, if you daydream then you go |
And I’m tired of people saying i ain’t did nothing they did |
I’m talking knife fights with kids as kids |
Til one of us no longer lives |
And I’ve been hanging with the wrong group again |
With myself and who else |
And a bunch of dead men who wanna see my name on a headstone |
Finally motherfucker i can be alone |
Tell my woman just to visit me from time to time |
And that I love her give my family that same line |
And to my brothers, give my money to my murderers |
They deserve to be rewarded for their hard work |
I’m hard to kill, who was with me when i was gunned down |
And stabbed up |
I bled alone and it changed me to a cold fuck |
And friend I’ve been on this course for so long |
If you knew how painful it was for me to live |
You’d want me gone |
I’m numb from my head to my toes |
How can I feel for another soul? |
I can’t even feel the fucking wind blow |
And scars cover my body and im scary and im ugly |
And women only touch me to tell others that they’ve touched me |
And men only touch me with bullets or to slug me |
And I only touch myself with a knife blade that cuts me |
And the devil is a bitch who just keeps trying to fuck me |
And my god is a woman who don’t give a fuck about me |
Because no-one loves a killer, not truly, just trust me |
Where I’m from its survival of the fittest and they all hunt me |
Welcome to the worlds most dangerous game |
I know you’ve heard me say it before |
Now I’m inviting you to play |
You better be better than just good aim |
You’ll need senses you either have ‘em or you don’t |
I can’t explain |
Like when you walk into a room you memorize where everything is |
The exits the doors the windows |
Are there stairs are there kids? |
Who you’ll have to take and who you’ll have trouble with |
Running can be retreat or re-positioning you decide what it is |
To a better vantage point |
Get low and dig in and make every shot count |
Because if the clip empties you’re finished |
If a man approaches you at night and you have no idea why |
Don’t wait to hear him speak, pull it out and don’t shoot in the sky |
His eyes will widen up and aim right between those eyes |
When he drops, don’t run |
Stand over him and feel him die |
And if anyone you’re unsure about’s around, they gotta go too |
Or his family finds out |
And you have people you’ve never seen coming to kill you |
And I don’t care who you are and if you care or not |
You’re looking over your shoulder at every passing car |
You could be shot |
And once you’ve felt that stress, life doesn’t get to you |
Not anymore, not after what we’ve been through |
And I no longer bother to ask father to forgive me |
I’ve been fighting all my life, there’s no fight left in me |
Every day i wake up ready to die |
But when I turn the gun on myself all i see is your big eyes |
And I’ve hurt you so much i can’t do it one more time |
So I grind my teeth together and i try to unwind |
But time doesn’t move when you’re sitting in this spot |
And I’m trapped in this body with this soul i don’t want |
And I think at night i cut myself, to sleep |
Because i wake up, and I’m stuck to my sheets |
And I don’t recall what happened |
Was it me? |
was it possession? |
I have scars appear in my skin after dreams |
Where are my big eyes where am I |
I’ve lost my place at home by your side |
I’ve been trapped in that killing field boy |
Where it’s carry a gun or die |
And cocksuckers wanna know how I’m still alive |
I had to kill to get here, boy |
So, next time you try |
Know I was baptized in blood and gun powder at age 5 |
And when I close my eyes i only see one thing |
A pile of hands I cut off belonging to men who’ve touched my queen and |
I can no longer hold myself together |
So I’m just gonna leave pieces of me laying wherever |