Stupid Stupid Henchmen
Stupid Stupid Henchmen - Boredom songtekst
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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 fuckin go away I'm lying here in my own blood Feel the pain of no love It was in his head this whole time Fuckin tickin like a bomb