Autumn Theory Household Twine And Other Means Of Persuasion Lyrics

hang my tattered corpse from thegallows let me swing from
the trees
while the children in the street play a
sick game of kick the can with my
skull in death i promise to be more
amusing please someone say he was a
good man or was once upon a time youll

know me when you hear me brething ill
smile with my ankles tied blunt trauma is my middle name with every stick of
overturned furniture in the house from
the broken deadbolt to the broken
wrists ill speak only when spoken to
even if it kills me when i'm chocking on
my blood and the dust from my teeth
youll remeber i told you i was sick