Heavy metal shot through your teeth with a red Beretta
The Beretta fires fast and won't make you feel any better
You better hurry up or your friends will be fed instead, uh
Instead of breaking bread, you should kick 'em before they get up
(Kick 'em before they get up, kick 'em before they get up)
(Kick 'em before they get up, kick 'em before they get up)
Frivolous and bitter
Diminishing sense of who I am
It's a habit I wish I could kick, or do I
Get a little thrill in the feeling of being set on fire?
While it burns and begs for more
And don't you want more?
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's just me
(It's just you)
If not for this jealousy
I might feel better
I keep putting everyone else
On pedestals
Just to burn them down
Menace of an illness
I'm looking just to see who I am
You're nothing more than you'll ever be in this circumstance
You are the pedal to metal, this is your only chance
Now repeat it back
Being good is stale
And I don't care to pretend
Anymore
Right hook
To my ribs, they're broke
My fractured bones
The fragments are in my throat
Left you
Lying in the dark
With just your thoughts
A bottle of your blood in knots
Overgrown invasive weeds, unearth the roots and kill the seeds
(And kill the seeds)
Laid to rest, you'll never see it through
So eat your friends, they'll understand
'Cause they would too
It's just me
(It's just you)
If not for this jealousy
I might feel better
I keep putting everyone else
On pedestals
Just to burn them down
Heavy metal shot through your teeth with a red Beretta
The Beretta fires fast and won't make you feel any better
You better hurry up or your friends will be fed instead, uh
Instead of breaking bread, you should kick 'em before they get up
