There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you,
But I hate myself instead.
There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
I guess it's wrong to live life so lifelessly.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul that's just way too f*cked up.
There's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat.
Now there's nothing left of me,
but empty bottles of pills and Bacardi.
Yes, I guess it's wrong to live right.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul...
Leave me here to die
Leave me here to die
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul that's just way too f*cked up.
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There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you,
But I hate myself instead.
There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
I guess it's wrong to live life so lifelessly.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul that's just way too f*cked up.
There's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat.
Now there's nothing left of me,
but empty bottles of pills and Bacardi.
Yes, I guess it's wrong to live right.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul...
Leave me here to die
Leave me here to die
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul that's just way too f*cked up.
But I hate myself instead.
There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
I guess it's wrong to live life so lifelessly.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul that's just way too f*cked up.
There's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat.
Now there's nothing left of me,
but empty bottles of pills and Bacardi.
Yes, I guess it's wrong to live right.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul...
Leave me here to die
Leave me here to die
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul that's just way too f*cked up.
Writer: Andrew Robert Elderbaum, Anthony S Raneri, Jack A O'Shea, James Robert Mitchell
Copyright: Lyrics © Another Victory Publishing, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © Another Victory Publishing, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY