| Have you ever buried a blade in skin that wasn’t your own?
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| Twisted and jerked the tip of the steel around the bone and sent a bitch home.
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| Oh tell god I’m not the boy I used to be.
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| Oh no. |
| I’ve changed, you wouldn’t even recognize me.
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| Truth is, I don’t recognize myself sometimes.
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| The monster in the mirror wears the mask of our lives.
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| And I want what’s left of my fucking life.
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| Do you ever bury your face in your hands when you’re alone
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| with the worst taste in your mouth, thinking of how fast you’ve grown how much
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| it’s shown.
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| Tell god I don’t want to do this anymore.
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| I’m sore and I’m sure that I’ll never be what I was before.
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| God won’t you come down from up above.
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| I want to wear your skin and crush your bones and drink your blood.
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| I got to know what it’s like to love everything and everyone.
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| Brahma!
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| All this will burn. |
| It’s all gonna burn!
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| I have no god no heroes I am worthless I am nothing I am shit.
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| As kids we drew our names in the wet cement.
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| And I’m sinking with my city I’m captain of this ship.
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| So kill me and come on with the judgement. |