All my friends have turned out fake
I could kill everyone that I have ever known
Trust me, don't step to a criminal
I could put it through your brain, subliminal
You're alone, keep it out of my phone, hoe
Stone cold, with a throne made of bones, hoe
If I could not die, I'd be alive
Living in misery
Check my family history
You know this the shit for me
All black clothes with a bloody nose
Fuck my life while I fuck these hoes
All fucked up from the life I chose
I get fucked up, I'm a criminal
If you wanna die, won't think twice
Put a knife through your brain
End your life and they call me insane
One mans pain is another mans gain
All my friends have turned out fake
Another screw loose in my head, I think I lost it
Fractures in my knuckles from swinging inside the moshpit
Be cautious
I been having daydreams about my coffin
I bloody up my fingers and shove 'em in my eye sockets
The beast in me, it sleeps, but not for long
I feel it awake inside me burns the insides of my lungs
Shit I'm spitting is dumb
Like I be speaking in tongues
I'll see you on the other side, I'm coming undone
You talkin' too much, shut the fuck up
My head is my prison, my own dungeon
Lost all my faith in these people
Walkin' on pins and these needles
I take a look into my thoughts, the way I'm thinking's illegal
I'm on my own
Pull the trigger than I'm gone
Spending my weekend talkin' to demons in my room
If you see me out in public, you should probably move along
It's the ballad of the fallen, hear the siren play her song
All of my friends, they are fake
Saying they 'bout it, then lie to my face
They'll piss on your grave
You just a pushover, chopper, a widower
I'm gonna catch me a case
If I could not die, I'd be alive
Living in misery
Check my family history
You know this the shit for me
All black clothes with a bloody nose
Fuck my life while I fuck these hoes
All fucked up from the life I chose
I get fucked up, I'm a criminal
If you wanna die, won't think twice
Put a knife through your brain
End your life and they call me insane
One mans pain is another mans gain
All my friends have turned out fake
I could kill everyone that I have ever known
Trust me, don't step to a criminal
I could put it through your brain, subliminal
You're alone, keep it out of my phone, hoe
Stone cold, with a throne made of bones, hoe
Pull the trigger than I'm gone
Spending my weekend talkin' to demons in my room
If you see me out in public, you should probably move along
It's the ballad of the fallen, hear the siren play her song
All of my friends, they are fake
Saying they 'bout it, then lie to my face
They'll piss on your grave
You just a pushover, chopper, a widower
I'm gonna catch me a case