Idle Hands Stone Sour

[Verse 1]
Stuck to the dog, pissin' out both ends
I got a hundred lethal weapons that I call my friends
Ain't a person on Earth who could take my life
I wish they would so a man could get some sleep at night
But my design is a mixture of descent and decay
I see a monster in the mirror fucking every day
Can a man ever wash his hands of blood?
Perpetual déjà vu, isn't that enough?

[Pre-Chorus]
Peel back the layers...
And see what I've become
Satisfied? Now I feel nothing
Stay away, I swear it wasn't me!

[Verse 2]
See if you can relish, if you close both eyes
Every time I make an issue of it, someone dies
Carried out like a hit man, set in stone
Don't know why I even bother to be left alone
In my opinion, it's a self-serving, fucked-up phase
Got a picture in my wallet that I keep in case I
Gotta go, gotta split, gotta make it to a higher level than this
But I could be wrong, what I say is wrong, what I really want to say is...