Woeful Lyrics

Tiptoe in the back

It's that fucking psychopath

Maniac, killing everythang fuck the aftermath

Kinda sad huh?

You don't want it skull wrapped in a fuckin' rag

Robbing suckers for a fix

Born in the South, raised in the abyss

I'm the Devils bastard what the fuck you know about

Pissing on alters and burning churches to the ground?

Woke up triple six carved into my wrists

I'm that mean, fiending, junkie, brand fucking lunatic

Stings when I piss go kill yourself, hoe

I'm that schizophrenic fucker tapping on your window

I'm that sick motherfucker hanging from the bridge below

Six bodies dropped and you know I'm next to go

Crawl out the swamp and into your home

Won't hear me creeping I'm that fucking Cut Throat

It's okay here we go, stick the blade in my throat

I know you heard that shit before

Leto always been low, fuck no, ion know

Put my bloody body on a boat, life fulla woes

Keep on drugging 'til I die alone

Shit so, fuck you know?

You ain't been this low

Shoot dope, eyes closed, itching for a fix, woah

If you can't tell bitch I'm fucking insane

I stay the same, never change

Roxy's hittin' hard mane

Snatch a purse, steal a hearse, robbing for a fix

Cut wrists, nail fits, flip the fucking crucifix

I am the Anti Christ yet I'm dying for my sins

Smoked out, loced out, guess the crown the thorn fits

Druggy fucking misfit on the brink of suicide

Forsaken by the Devil Cut Throat running out time