I bleed it out, go, stop the show
Choppy words and a sloppy show
Shotgun opera , lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go
Mama help me, I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse
Candy paint on his brand new hearse
Can't contain him, he knows he works
Fuck this hurts, I won't lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try
Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I won't be satisfied
So why, try ignore him?
Make it a dirt-dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in
I opened up these scars
I'll make you face this
I pull myself apart
I'll make... you... face... this ...now