How Tragic - Done Lyrics

Dirt bag sleaze
Fake love disease
Stabbed with a sword, cut
Cut the cord

I've got one
Last (Life/breath) then I'm onto the next
Used up all eight and I'm breaking the hex
I gotta pull this blade out of my chest
Obsessed depressed (Dis)possessed

(I've got a)
Dead eyed gaze
Vague opaque haze
Sick sweat glaze
Sirens scream and I'm running away

I got One
I got one
I got one
One thing

Lets go lower
Drag a little slower
Peel back the covers

I've got one
Last life then I'm onto the next
Used up all eight and I'm breaking the hex
I gotta pull this blade out of my chest
And I'm DONE