Stupid Stupid Henchmen Boredom Lyrics

No one believes what you say,
Yer thoughts are kept locked away
Alone, quiet, cut up and dead
Passed out from the loss of blood
The potent smell of no god
Lying in his bloody bed
It's hard to breathe can't even see
A bored victim, life failed me

There was no other choice in his head
There was no other choice in his head There was no other choice in my head
There was no other choice in my head

I never talked, you never heard
Invisible, I feel absurd
I hate the times, I hate the day
Make these thought f*ckin go away
I'm lying here in my own blood
Feel the pain of no love
It was in his head this whole time
f*ckin tickin like a bomb

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