[Verse 1: Sadistik] Veins like a roadmap, black cold grasp on a throat that Won't hold back old habit, Kodak moments go past I wrote stains on a toe-tag, old man made me so sad That no taste of the Cognac or Prozac antidote, twist my skull Off with his head, head like a hole Nine Inch Nails pressed to the bone Exit alone, try and fail, I've inhaled dead to the world Ethanol on your pedestal, churn chemical burns Hurt worse than skeletal, so skeptical at first, perfect Cursive in Hell, sweet silver bells all seem to say "Please go away” Demons will play, eating away, new young and old, food for the soul- Less that you know, the less that you feel I'm cursed with intelligence I can't heal Kneel, k**, d**h to the bourgeois, proletariat with the new song Noose on a bony neck, loneliness, opiate and a bruised jaw Allah's not, nobody owns me, no job, robot, no cold feet No God, only strong no home, no soul sold so-so so long [Hook: Lotte Kestner] Watch the paint peel Slow as the burn you feel Break the heart you never should've You can bury anything In the woods [Verse 2: Eyedea] I'm a live wire in a dead world, I'm a good boy, but I'm a better girl Eyes closed, finger on the trigger, one inch different I'm free You're a widow, liquor liver, Suboxone under my tongue Private numb, one more time for dying young I had fun, watching father try to run, but he left a black hole inside his son If we're being Frank, I'm an average Joe, cop shop Jake and Johnny, Jack and Coke, your tsunami of only Honestly couldn't even reach the back row So how do you expect to drown me, dumbfound me or harm me You and what army, are we clear, I'm here In a rearview mirror, coming to a theater near you To steer you away from your fears, stage bound Usually it's break-a-leg, she told me to break a heart I didn't know what to say exactly so I walked away And later thought I should've at least told her thanks But that's how that goes, where the gra** grows There's a past in the time capsule, I'm attracted to its shadow Every last drip 'til I'm flat broke Let's make this storm feel clean, coward man war machine Sour plans, plots and schemes, ripened fruit, rotten dreams Thoughtlessly, I told a lie, nothing I won't do to save my own behind I'm a live wire burning dead inside But I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead until I've died [Outro: Eyedea] Yeah, cut your wrists on a blade of gla** I can't change my past but I can kiss the now and make it last Take out the trash, crash, burn, another relapse Turn rehashed meat perhaps There's an in-between smile and frown behind your mask