Light that fuse, back up three streps and bite down on that bullet.
YouÂ’ve been doing this for way too long and it canÂ’t be fixed.
DonÂ’t worry it canÂ’t be fixed so pull up that chair and suck down that trouble. Misery is the fuel that keeps this broken down, lifeless instrument running.

IÂ’m sinking in cursory and IÂ’m sinking headfirst.

Clear your dusty throat and taste that stiletto. Can you taste that metal?
DonÂ’t worry it canÂ’t be fixed. DonÂ’t worry it canÂ’t be fixed so donÂ’t worry.
Light that fuse, back up three steps and sink without trace.

Hold me down till I stop crying. I donÂ’t want to feel this anymore. Hold you down cause youÂ’re not trying.
I donÂ’t want to feel this anymore. I donÂ’t want to kill you anymore.
Is this what you were designed for?
Did you think that you had it coming?
Hell follows with you.