| When I die…
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| Bury me at sea
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| Bury me far away
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| So I can Rest In Peace
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| And maybe one day
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| I can finally be free
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| And maybe one day
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| I can finally be free
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| (From this disease)
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| Depression
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| Is killing me
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| When I can’t shake these demons
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| That keep on haunting me
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| Confession
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| I know I’ll never change
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| But maybe I don’t want to
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| Maybe I love the pain
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| (Maybe I love the pain)
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| Living life with a gun in my mouth
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| Pull the trigger, spit the bullet back out
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| Drawn to the flame
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| Stomach burning with desire
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| I just wanna feel the fire
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| Standing in the rain
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| Thunder singing like a choir
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| I just wanna feel the fire
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| (I just wanna feel the fire)
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| Living life with a gun in my mouth
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| Pull the trigger, spit the bullet back out
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| (I just wanna feel the fire)
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| Living life with a gun in my mouth
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| Pull the trigger, spit the bullet back out
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| Back out!
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| Dear god
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| It’s me again
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| Devil at my door and I ain’t tryna let him in
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| Demons in my body
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| I can feel 'em in my skin
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| I can feel 'em in my skin
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| I can feel 'em in my skin
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| Dear god
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| It’s me again
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| Devil at my door and I ain’t tryna let him in
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| Demons in my body
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| I can feel 'em in my skin
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| Been taking these same pills
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| Since I was a kid
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| Been taking these same pills
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| Since I was a kid
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| Been taking these same pills
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| Since I was a kid |