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Tear You Apart
freelance assassin
every target is hit in the chest
leaves you broken and responsible...
you've been hit by the best
long-suffered and less delusional
excommunicated, self-martyred
let this be a confessional
unapologetic and unforgiven
fingers are numb, nails are bitten down
trade one habit for another
learned nothing from what i couldn't keep down
and everything from my mother
in my own tears i drown
lest i offend my father
bottom of the barrel, disguised as top shelf
i thought i had what it took
good angels don't go to hell
don't confuse a chapter for the book
the beauty of the flowers
hides the poison in the thorns
it's not the fault of past lovers
just a mistake in identity...
you blame on how you were born
fingers are numb, nails are bitten down
trade one habit for another
learned nothing from what i couldn't keep down
and everything from my mother
in my own tears i drown
lest i offend my father
just another statistic
another childhood trauma stereotype
another diagnosis, another disorderly citizen
just pick a label
i answer to anything
i'll answer to anything
long-suffered and less delusional
excommunicated, self-martyred
let this be a confessional
unapologetic and unforgiven
my legs are tired and giving up
my cup runneth over
it's time you drank it up
i never begged for a friend
and they'll say we all get judged
in the end
fingers are numb
nails worn down to bone
one man's prison
is another's home
Here's to you, Mom
you got out
i'm far from done
down and out
every target is hit in the chest
leaves you broken and responsible...
you've been hit by the best
long-suffered and less delusional
excommunicated, self-martyred
let this be a confessional
unapologetic and unforgiven
fingers are numb, nails are bitten down
trade one habit for another
learned nothing from what i couldn't keep down
and everything from my mother
in my own tears i drown
lest i offend my father
bottom of the barrel, disguised as top shelf
i thought i had what it took
good angels don't go to hell
don't confuse a chapter for the book
the beauty of the flowers
hides the poison in the thorns
it's not the fault of past lovers
just a mistake in identity...
you blame on how you were born
fingers are numb, nails are bitten down
trade one habit for another
learned nothing from what i couldn't keep down
and everything from my mother
in my own tears i drown
lest i offend my father
just another statistic
another childhood trauma stereotype
another diagnosis, another disorderly citizen
just pick a label
i answer to anything
i'll answer to anything
long-suffered and less delusional
excommunicated, self-martyred
let this be a confessional
unapologetic and unforgiven
my legs are tired and giving up
my cup runneth over
it's time you drank it up
i never begged for a friend
and they'll say we all get judged
in the end
fingers are numb
nails worn down to bone
one man's prison
is another's home
Here's to you, Mom
you got out
i'm far from done
down and out
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