You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad.
13 Years Of Grief,
Concieved to kill, living just to die.
Hell in an hand
My neck has been broke, in the noose of lifes
Kicked around, smacked about
Gagged & bound
No more on the down
(God no, God no) (God no, God no)
(God no, God
I sit reflecting, I feel end has begun.
It seems my
All that you want, and all that you need
Don't
You, yeah you, yeah you.
You got a cardboard cutout soul.
Just
Living, Fighting, Obsessing,
Just as long as I can share it
Hunt me down, seek me out, bring your best
That's
I'm your suicidal, doomsday matchine.
Bestowing my grace on everything.
My ill