and i sit here waiting and comb my hair

wait in line your time will come

says the man he waves his gun

carpet burns beneath my name

your finger prints i'll play your game

i'll play your game

just pull me under

cast your blood to my open veins

i won't tell them will just play your game

i'll play your game

i'll take the blame

just pull me under

close the curtains finger prints in dust

she's been drowning and i drink her loss

i'll take the blame

i'll play your game

i'll play insane