Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Dogs, artist - Weeping Wound. Album song PAIN, in the genre Date of issue: 12.09.2019
Record label: SSR
Song language: English
Dead Dogs |
| Too drunk to consent |
| I was too drunk to consent — |
| And you fucked me anyways |
| Mouth sewed shut |
| Mumbled that I fucked up |
| But now it’s a joke more than it ever was a crutch |
| I wanted revenge for being made a cuck |
| Why can’t I speak up? |
| Instead |
| I self-destruct |
| Incoherent and shaking; |
| Praying… |
| Don’t touch me |
| God no never again |
| Spilling words like drinks |
| I can’t handle the weight |
| I feel the twist — the cuts on my feet |
| Bleeding out everyone sees |
| I’ll be whatever they need; |
| The agony and shame |
| Whatever mama needs |
| Fucked 'til I bleed |
| Or cum |
| What’s the difference? |
| They’re tethered to the mindset of a |
| Dead |
| Man |
| And everybody else is numb to the question: |
| «Am I too fucked in the head, to forgive — forget?» |
| Didn’t want it |
| Didn’t need it |
| And it leaves me repeating: |
| I didn’t want it but maybe I deserved it… |
| Forever consumed |
| In blacked-out memories |
| Woke to see me in the mouth of the enemy |
| Swallowing all of my worth |
| Dirt |
| A tattered empty canvas |
| Dirt |
| Now a slave to a sexual vice I didn’t get to choose |
| I never had a fucking choice |
| Bottle in a cradle |
| Child in a grave |
| I killed the son in your name |
| I still take the blame |
| I always take the blame |
| And it leaves me repeating |
| That I’m disgusting; |
| wrong |
| But |
| The fuck you 'gonna tell your parents |
| When they find out you killed me? |
| I couldn’t forgive you |