Claymore

Hate and love myself all at the same time

You can hear it, you can feel it every single line

Smoke cigarette off the floor, figure that there's nothing more

What we doing tonight? South Side? All right

Scared that I'm right, scared that I'm wrong

Cry for help in every song, slipping dollars into thongs

Feel conflicted, getting lit again

Unresolved dissonant, feel like Lydian,

As I drown in paranoia, world-destroyer, feeling better, feeling

Cursed to rehearse the verse walking through the bar after key bumps hit in the back of the car

Watch where you walk those dudes are hard,

They deal some damage, home advantage, You might get scarred