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Falling off a fading envy

Calling on a saint to protect me

Cutting sleeves of nothing

Running dry this endless river bank

Do or die, no reply from the melody

Slit my wrists and decline all the misery

Like a pill in the thrill of sobriety

Here's to anxiety, here's to anxiety

Left to die in the street, born in agony

It's the thrill of the kill that she wants from me

Left my guts and my keys in the driver's seat

Keys in the driver's seat, blood in my memory

Born like a bastard on the fourth of July

Stinging eyes, a vision, now I sit in the light

I stumble home with a prayer and knife

Hope to hell that someone knows how to set me right

Born like a martyr on the tenth of tonight

Shiver like a beggar who's been clean all his life

I fall asleep with a prayer and knife

Hope to hell that someone knows how to set me right

You belong to me, I believe

You belong to me, misery

Do you feel like it's all you can see

Can you tell how it tortures me

Do or die, no reply from the melody

Slit my wrists and decline all the misery

Left my guts and my keys in the driver's seat

Keys in the driver's seat

Blood in my memory

You belong to me, I believe

You belong to me, misery

Do you feel like it's all you can see

Can you tell how it tortures me

Calling on a saint to protect me

Cutting sleeves of nothing

Running dry this endless river bank