12 gauge, take these morbid thoughts away from me Right Now
Wicked, sickening, all these faces scream in Nightmares
Killing thoughts are bleeding out from every pore inside of My Mind
Hope to god I fade away and take these visages to Hell Fire
Blacked out, debilitate, tried to lose it all; Regrets
Haunting me, telling me, everything I did was All Wrong
Walk of life, walk of shame, drag it through the mud with My Name
Worst of all I can't look back, I have to know I did it This Way
Why must we take stride falling back
To what we become
With no reason Why
The reasons they Lie
The reasons we Die
Twisted contorted it is utterly Morbid
Heavy hand, hold the knife, there is nothing left to Save You
Chopping block off the top, think of all the ones You Loved
Is this me, am I wrong? But you never pulled the Trigger
12 gauge, take these morbid thoughts away from me Right Now
Guillotines envisioning all the thoughts of you are All Gone
Could you save me? I don't know- Could you leave the thought of Your Hell?
Put me in the ground, never let me make a sound, My Burial
Ooh, ooh
Twisted, contorted, Utterly Morbid
Why must we take stride falling back
To what we become
With no reason Why
The reasons they Lie
The reasons we Die
Why must we (Why must we)
Take stride falling back
To what we become
With no reason Why
The reasons they Lie
The reasons we Die