CIGARETTE-BURNS

I woke up this morning, in Silent Hill
The walls are peeling
Fuck
Put the studs in my boots, yeah you feel bloody
You got a cut on your neck, now you feeling funny
Don’t you know I’m the reaper, im the second coming
Open the lamb mask and you feel the heat running
My dick’s out, rape the bitch, beat her for cumming
Pour the vodka on my cuts to just feel something
I fuck the voices in my head, i feel so insane
I’ll fucking cut your wrists to get rid of pain
I’m disgusted, can’t look myself in the face
Drugs and liquor, it’s the same thing everyday
I fucking hate you all people, it’s the same thang
I rip on your soul and i see the blood folk
Look in your eyes while i see the blood rolls
I can’t stand women cause i feel insecure
Put yourself in my shoes just to make sure
I’m burned up, next time ill make the next turn
I got my cigarette burns and i can’t really feel it
I got this vodka on my wrists, I don’t think it’s healing
It’s 4am in silent hill and the walls are peeling
I got rats in my shoes cause we hate breathing
I got my cigarette burns and i can’t really feel it
I got this vodka on my wrists, i don’t think it’s healing
It’s 4am in silent hill and the walls are peeling
I got rats in my shoes cause we hate breathing
(x8) Cigarette burns, yeah we fuckin' hate breathin'
Yeah we hate breathin'
Yeah we hate breathin'
Yeah we hate breathin'
Yeah we hate breathin'
Cannot fuckin' feel it
Yeah we hate breathin'
I can’t fuckin' feel it
YEAH WE HATE BREATHIN'!