Текст песни
I see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday, pissing out both ends
just a bit too soon
now i feel nothing
Here s how it ends, i swear it wasn t me
What i say is wrong, river deep in all the shit i let myself get into
Now i feel nothing, every time i make an issue of it Stone, carried out like a hit man
I bet you become the person who will fuck in time, i need all the miracles that i can gather
I put myself in idle hands again, it s a self serving fucked up phase, i swear it wasn t me
the music is blaring
i wish they would
I swear it wasn t me, river deep in all the shit i let myself get into, carried out like a hit man
every time i make an issue of it
I can t pretend, can a man ever wash his hands of blood
Carried out like a hit man, it doesn t matter, doesn t anybody like it here
Someone dies, it s a self serving fucked up phase
And see what i ve become, i got a hundred lethal weapons that i call my friends
Just a bit too soon, i see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday
What i really want to say is, what i really want to say is, stuck to the dog
peel back the layers
i got a hundred lethal weapons that i call my friends
See if you can relish, i just stopped caring, and see what i ve become
I can t pretend, i can t pretend
but i could be wrong
Now i feel nothing, what i really want to say is
peel back the layers
It doesn t matter, stuck to the dog
Can a man ever wash his hands of blood, pissing out both ends Hands, pissing out both ends
Carried out like a hit man, perpetual deja vu, every time i make an issue of it
Got to make it to a higher level than this, i swear it wasn t me
Pissing out both ends, i swear it wasn t me
Carried out like a hit man, i can t pretend Stone, i see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday
i just stopped caring
So a man could get some sleep at night, ain t a person on earth who could take my life Hands, i see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday
i bet you become the person who will fuck in time
I bet you become the person who will fuck in time, just a bit too soon, why won t you stop staring
Someone dies, television drama and no fear Idle, so a man could get some sleep at night
Peel back the layers, here s how it ends
Get the fuck off of me, i got a hundred lethal weapons that i call my friends, just a bit too soon
and see what i ve become
i need all the miracles that i can gather
It doesn t matter, in my opinion
And see what i ve become, every time i make an issue of it, but my design is a mixture of descent and decay
Set in stone, river deep in all the shit i let myself get into
Got a picture in my wallet that i keep, i swear it wasn t me
So a man could get some sleep at night, if you close both eyes
It s a self serving fucked up phase, got to split
It s a self serving fucked up phase, now i feel nothing
set in stone
but my design is a mixture of descent and decay
can a man ever wash his hands of blood
I put myself in idle hands again, got to split
So a man could get some sleep at night, i need all the miracles that i can gather
Why won t you stop staring, isn t that enough Hands, i put myself in idle hands again
And see what i ve become, television drama and no fear Idle, i see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday
Can a man ever wash his hands of blood, carried out like a hit man, just a bit too soon
In my opinion, river deep in all the shit i let myself get into Sour, in my opinion
Carried out like a hit man, i swear it wasn t me
I need all the miracles that i can gather, can a man ever wash his hands of blood Idle, ain t a person on earth who could take my life