These **** meds aint workin
Im just too **** sick!

I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either **** or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see
-Hollywood Undead

You got the ******* right to remain violent!
Hollow points hiding in my clip
I'll take 25 just to watch your life end
I pray father please forgive me 'fore I sin
Got these sticks of dynamite and dying to light them
God don't fail me now
Get thrown and you gon' get carried out
To a hole where I know you won't be found
Just face it it's almost over now
-Hollywood Undead

What's life inside a bottle if it's gone?

Hold on, Holy Ghost
Go on, hold me close
Better run, here we come
It's the day of the dead
We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams
I got all I need strapped right to my hamstring
I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things
I'm really not a mad man, the voices keep asking
Born with a soul that don’t wanna be saved
Every time I look around I see what a fiend made
Every time I die, I hope they digging up my grave
An undead one like the flag that I wave
I’m not afraid to cry from this ******* sickness
I’m not afraid to die, let the good book witness
I ask and give none, nope, no forgiveness
The day of the dead and you’re on our hit list
So come all you misfits
*****, you’re on our hit list
-Hollywood Undead

I wake up right about the mid-afternoon,
With the sun in the sky but night's coming soon,
And I walk to the mirror just to fix myself,
Yeah life gets harder when you love nothing else,
So I pick my pills from the counter drawer,
Pick my self-esteem up off the ******* floor,
I guess I'm a man of no recourse,
As I crack another bottle, got no remorse,
And I'll say a little prayer for the child in me,
I swear I used to be what I truly believe,
That I'm not just a man with these broken dreams,
That even I could go to heaven,
If I part the seas
So...
Pour me, pour me, pour me another,
It holds me, holds me,
Like no other,
One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home,
Truth is, I don't really have a place to go,
So pour me, pour me, pour me another.
-Hollywood Undead