Make the cut, make it deep make it wide
There's nothing left, nothing to hide
Let all that's in me come outside
**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife
Give me the gun, I'll plant the bullet
In the head or in the gullet
Triggers stiff, but I'll still pull it
**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife
Theres no mercy on the edge of the blade
Look at the mess this life has made
All my dreams have been mislaid
**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife
I'm so lonely, in this hell
The darkness has me under it's spell
Can't you hear the toll of the bell
**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife
For this darkness I don't need to spread
So I'll just lay here in my bed
Watching the sheets trun red
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
Make the cut, make it deep make it wide
There's nothing left, nothing to hide
Let all that's in me come outside
**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife
Give me the gun, I'll plant the bullet
In the head or in the gullet
Triggers stiff, but I'll still pull it
**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife
Theres no mercy on the edge of the blade
Look at the mess this life has made
All my dreams have been mislaid
**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife
I'm so lonely, in this hell
The darkness has me under it's spell
Can't you hear the toll of the bell
**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife
For this darkness I don't need to spread
So I'll just lay here in my bed
Watching the sheets trun red
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