I'm alive, at least convinced I'm alive
Capillaries burst and fingers break when pushed into eyes
I made a list, meticulously
Weighed up the pros and cons
Judged you tempestuously
I have a tendency
To obsess with vengeance, you see
Street-smart, thumbed back, automatic
Instinct, you still lack it
Second sight, sixth sense, I pack it
Anticipate the swing of the hatchet
Heart hangs heavy and cold from the habit
FUCK YEAH
The tongue is a gift, you waste it with your snarl
I hope it one day turns on you, to undo all your harm
Conjuring all that's left
Come forth with hate and regret
Bleed out, give up, become the passive
Dig a grave that's far too massive
For the bodies of the harsh and the savage
Pile ‘em high so they're blocking the passage
They asked for redemption so we let them have it
For what it's worth
I'd give up all I've got
To chance rebirth
And begin from the start
For what it's worth
I'd give up all I have
Cut a deal that hurts
I know I'll make it work
The divine intervenes and protests
But the obscene interrupts, interjects
Condemns, concedes and motherfucking rejects
Lungs and livers battered from extremes and excess
For what it's worth
I'd give up all I've got
To chance rebirth
And begin from the start
For what it's worth
I'd give up all I have
Cut a deal that hurts
I know I'll make it work
I've got to make it work
I swear I'll make it work
I pray I'll make it work
The cult of the ghost will give up their every right
They ever had to you and give you back to me, this time
Fate means nothing
Release the stranglehold
And make this life your own
Live for something
Step down from the gallows
Don't end this with a rope
Instinct, you still lack it
Second-sight, sixth sense, I pack it
Anticipate the swing of the hatchet
Heart hangs heavy and cold from the habit
Anticipate the swing of the hatchet
Heart hangs heavy and cold from the habit

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