Song Lyrics
And it s all for yourself, wishing something could hide you, you ve got that kind of hate
Does it keep you running for the razors, does it keep you running for the razors
you want it to hurt just a little bit more
what are you looking for
ya pull the trigger and now you re dead
today where s it gone now
You want it to hurt just a little bit more, it s contradictions and misconceptions
And your heads all f cked, leading you around and make you always want more
The answers always right in front of you, now put that bottle to your head Far, but there s always better way
It s contradictions and misconceptions, it s contradictions and misconceptions, you walls are crumbling around you
A circle of lies it s a f cking infection, it s time to come to grips again
does it keep you running for the razors
Today where s it gone now, you want it to hurt just a little bit more, ya pull the trigger and now you re dead
Was it everything you thought it would be, now put that bottle to your head
You walls are crumbling around you, and you re a little stranger Finished, it s time to come to grips again
You walls are crumbling around you, till another one of out friends has been checked into the morgue
Was it everything you thought it would be, bottles can serenade and newborn lives can turn a page From, and it s all for yourself
Today you ve lost every shred of innocent, today where s it gone now Finished, till another one of out friends has been checked into the morgue
You walls are crumbling around you, looking through broken window panes
From everyone of your regrets, wake up are you waiting for someone to pick you off the floor, and it s something to help you forget
Wishing something could hide you, today where s it gone now, and it s all for yourself
you re getting used to being in a rut
Wake up are you waiting for someone to pick you off the floor, for something that ll numb the pain, wake up are you waiting for someone to pick you off the floor
and it s all for yourself
it s time to come to grips again
And it s all for yourself, but there s always better way
looking through broken window panes
looking through broken window panes
You ve got that kind of hate, what are you looking for
you ve got that kind of hate
You ve got that kind of hate, you walls are crumbling around you
And it s all for yourself, for something that ll numb the pain
Today where s it gone now, from everyone of your regrets, bottles can serenade and newborn lives can turn a page
Till another one of out friends has been checked into the morgue, where are you running to Broken, now it s been two years of all hard luck
And you re a little stranger, for something that ll numb the pain
And it s something to help you forget, today where s it gone now Finished, leading you around and make you always want more
Wishing something could hide you, now it s been two years of all hard luck
It s contradictions and misconceptions, and you re a little stranger
