Texty

Dead on the inside from the hell up in my mind You're not God You don't get to play that part And I ain't gonna break that fall from grace No, you don't get to say Whether I love or hate you Stuck a buck knife in my heart These veins are pumping whiskey these days You're choking on the words you say There's hope, but then you tie the rope, yeah I should've known you'd put some more dirt on my grave Put some dirt on my– Put some dirt on my– Put some dirt on my– (Put some dirt on my grave) Dead on the inside from the hell up in my mind You say you're my savior but you left me here to die Heaven only knows that the Devil on my shoulder is whispering all his lies I'm not killing myself, not killing myself to bring us back to life So, thank God, I didn't wrap my truck around a tree Or let you be the end of me and you were always bound to lose Yeah, you tied the noose and tried to take the breath out of me Take the breath out of me Take the breath out of me Take the breath out of me I'm dead on the inside from the hell up in my mind You say you're my savior but you left me here to die Heaven only knows that the Devil on my shoulder is whispering all his lies I'm not killing myself, not killing myself to bring us back to life Dead on the inside from the hell up in my mind You say you're my savior but you left me here to die Heaven only knows that the Devil on my shoulder is whispering all his lies I'm not killing myself, not killing myself to bring us back to life I'm not killing myself, not killing myself to bring us back to life You're not God You're not God You're not God
Writer(s): Ryan Jesse Bicknell, Sergio Sanchez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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