I bite my nails 'til it hurts, I hide my life in the dirt
Slowly waiting 'til the day I'm sleeping inside a hearse
Sleeping in the dirt, resting with the worms, resting with the worms.
Trust is hard to earn and easy to break,
maybe life was meant to be that way 'case everyone's fake.
They'll steal until there's nothing left,
become weighted with hate because everyone's a fake.
Because everyone's a fake.
Because everyone is.
They are your inner demons,
the one's with...
They are your inner demons, the ones with a gun to your head.
And they'll stop at nothing until you're fucking dead.
Until you're fucking dead.
Everything's a lie, everything ever said.
All you hear is pointless shit that's forcefully fed.
released February 14, 2015
Art: Crooked Designs
Rec/Mix/Mast: Kirkbride Recordings
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