They take and they take and they take

From each other

Killing their mothers and brothers

Their sisters

They do what they want

They do what they must

To get ahead

Standing in a shallow grave

Just another one dead

Oh my god

What have I done

Looking into the mirror asking what have I become

Fall into my own filth again

Biting down on a pen

Taste of ink is bleeding in

What have I become

Is it bleeding in again

Deathblow to the head as ink settles in

Oh my god

What have I done

Looking into the mirror asking what have I become

Fall into my own filth again

Biting down on a pen

I can feel death creeping in

I got a call just the other day

From a friend

Asking how I've been

If I've been okay

I told him I was fine, abided by the social constructs

Forgot to mention the mass grave rotting in my closet

I got the gun to my head looking up

At the ceiling

They always said a fresh coat of paint could help deal with the feelings

A shade of red could really set the mood

Stand back

Click click motherfucker finger's on the trigger

Boom

I know what I've done

Who I've become

Right or wrong simply depends what side you're on

Remove the guilt

Take the pain away

I admit

I confess

I'm a fucked up mess

I can feel, I can feel it in the middle if my chest

I got the gun to my head looking up

At the ceiling

They always said a fresh coat of paint could help

Deal with the feelings

A shade of red could really set the mood

Stand back

Click, click motherfucker fingers on the trigger

Boom