Ok, Yavid
One last time
Have you ever buried a blade in skin
That wasn’t your own?
Twisted and jerked the tip of the steel around the bone
And sent a bitch home
Tell God I’m not the boy I used to be
Oh no, I’ve changed
He wouldn’t even recognize me
Truth is, I don’t recognize myself sometimes
The monster in the mirror wears a mask of hard life
And I want what’s left of my fucking mind
Do you ever bury your face in your hands
When you’re alone?
With the worst taste in your mouth
Thinking of how fast you’ve grown how much it’s shown
Tell God I don’t want to do this anymore
I’m sore and I’m sure that I’ll never be what I was before
God
Won’t you come down from up above?
I wanna wear your skin
And crush your bones and drink your blood
I got to know what it’s like to love everything and everyone
One last time
Have you ever buried a blade in skin
That wasn’t your own?
Twisted and jerked the tip of the steel around the bone
And sent a bitch home
Tell God I’m not the boy I used to be
Oh no, I’ve changed
He wouldn’t even recognize me
Truth is, I don’t recognize myself sometimes
The monster in the mirror wears a mask of hard life
And I want what’s left of my fucking mind
Do you ever bury your face in your hands
When you’re alone?
With the worst taste in your mouth
Thinking of how fast you’ve grown how much it’s shown
Tell God I don’t want to do this anymore
I’m sore and I’m sure that I’ll never be what I was before
God
Won’t you come down from up above?
I wanna wear your skin
And crush your bones and drink your blood
I got to know what it’s like to love everything and everyone
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