I heard the war is coming soon
I caused it
But I don’t want to see it through
Count me out
Through me you once were broken to
Watching them paint me black and blue
So make me choke, push your thumbs into my throat
I’ll make you
Want you to hate me
Until you fear me
Don’t waste my time
We’re living in a model hell
And it suits you well
Do you think you might come home soon?
If your family needed you?