I'm just a hired gun
I'm just a hired gun
You could die right now
In my arms, now
In my arms, now
You don't know how to feel it
With your hopes and dreams
Slit like wrists
Gimme some, gimme some
You gotta gimme some
Gimme some, gimme some
Gimme some, gimme some
You gotta gimme some
Gimme some, gimme some
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
You don't know how to fake it
You could die right now
In my arms, now
In my arms, now
Did you walk away
And feel nothing?
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
I'm just a hired gun
I'm just a hired gun
Sell (my soul)
To know (myself)
Feel (my heart)
Expand (we run)
Out of control
Out of control
Gimme some, gimme some
You gotta gimme some
Gimme some, gimme some
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you