Anger E

Actually, you should stay. No. You should fucking stay because-No. This is gonna go on the internet. This definitely going on the internet. No, babe. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. No. Yeah. Come Yeah, I know. You know what? Always fun. Fucking beds never get made around here. There's no fucking, nothing to eat in the fridge. No. You know? Uh, this bullshit. This, this is fucked. Yeah. And lift it up here. This going on the internet, Whitney. No, no, no. Trying to hold my anger on A leash, but I suck on this shit. Holding spliff between two broken fingers, Trying to fix it. Maybe I'm just blessed to be the beast. All these scars on me, all these drugs on Me, all these empty dreams I wasted. Ain't got two lives to clean the blood from My hands, to run away from the devil, Run away from myself, but if I could play Twice, I'd likely make the same steps, Bite the same dogs in the body bags with My name on it. Ain't got two lives to Clean the blood from my hands, to run away From the devil, run away from myself, But if I could play twice, I'd likely make The same steps, bite the same dogs in the Body bags with my name on it. Spreading Fear on dove, falling into the hole, Finding myself on the floor. The harder we fall, the thicker the blood. How many times you said, "No more," crying? I got demons on the both sides, Feeling it in my blood, boys. Praying this is the last time. Ain't got two lives to clean the blood from My hands, to run away from the devil, Run away from myself, but if I could play Twice, I'd likely make the same steps, Bite the same dogs in the body bags with My name on it. Ain't got two lives to clean the blood from My hands, to run away from the devil, Run away from myself, but if I could play Twice, likely make the same steps, Bite the same dogs in the body bags with My name on it.