New Days, Closer To Death Lyrics

Devastating moments in our life

Have us contemplating about hurting ourselves

So for you to think that you are the only one

With problems, you should just go to hell

All assumptions about me make me so sick help

I know I've done my wrongs but I ain't sick help

Oh down I fall

Oh no I am fading away to the distance

Morte I'm sick in the head

I wanna die, I wanna kill everyone else

I try to fucking convince people

To put the gun to their fucking head and reign hell

Only care about myself and my gang

We like to live life huh?

We ain't the same

Gonna keep going, doing what I'm doing

Until they lead me to the crucifix

Blood, blood, blood, shed blood,

That's what you gonna do?

I'm the killer of the world, I got nothing to prove

I cause death, I am the best, fuck you,

Make you kill yourself oh yeah

Two shots coming in, raining in oh no

Fucking up your life with a contraband

Fucking up your life with a contraband

Still don't give a fuck about this

Still don't give a fuck about this

Still don't give a fuck about this

Still don't give a fuck about this