Suicides May Have Been Pact Lyrics

I got this new way to hate, a razorblade and some tapes,
here's the ones who love to lose. Now that I've swallowed
mistakes some sailor's luck in the way. I am stomaching
what I can't chew. I want some blood in the back of my
throat, flatline, flatline and "today is a good day to
die." Guess where he's staying today, down with the worms
and his gin, I am viva hating all my friends, so call in dead just not sick a couple crates full of grins, I'll
staple them to your last meal. No guts no story right?
Here's everything you've ever worked for and everyone
who's ever lost at war. Buried and burned, this ocean
you've earned. I've got my way out, a better home, a
different kind of throne, where you favorite word is
alone and breathing in just tastes like old bones.

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