| I’m sorry if I caused alarm and made you panic |
| But see these voices in my head they drive me manic |
| I tripped up, slipped up, did a bad thing |
| I can’t get no peace 'cause my mind rings |
| I have always been attracted to the danger |
| I cleaned up a little |
| but it was never a stranger |
| All day, all night, never switch off |
| Grave shift, work kinda I’m a own boss |
| It was never, it was never enough |
| My night paralysis is screams but nobody wakes up |
| I ask politely «can I leave?» but there’s a hole in my boat |
| Oh I’m sinking, oh I’m sinking, oh I’m sinking, oh |
| Your empty death threats ain’t got nothing on me |
| I’ll take it to the grave when I R.I.P when I’m gone |
| (You good for nothing son of a gun I’ll take you down) |
| Know your enemy when drowning your soul 'cause the drinks are free |
| And the powders cut up blow it all on me c’mon |
| (You good for nothing son of a gun I’ll take you down) |
| You won’t like me when you see me losing control |
| I flipped the switch the day my personality got stolen |
| Ripped off, pissed off, understatement |
| And I’ve been living with this bitch, my new replacement |
| Over and over and over again |
| I tell her the rules but she always breaks them |
| Leaves me in a frenzy, leaves me to clean up |
| It’s sticky, so sticky, so sticky, I’m stuck |
| Your empty death threats ain’t got nothing on me |
| I’ll take it to the grave when I R.I.P when I’m gone |
| (You good for nothing son of a gun I’ll take you down) |
| Know your enemy when drowning your soul 'cause drinks are free |
| And the powders cut up blow it all on me c’mon |
| (You good for nothing son of a gun I’ll take you down) |
| Your empty death threats ain’t got nothing on me |
| I’ll take it to the grave when I R.I.P when I’m gone |
| (You good for nothing son of a gun I’ll take you down) |
| Know your enemy when drowning your soul 'cause drinks are free |
| And the powders cut up blow it all on me c’mon |
| (You good for nothing son of a gun I’ll take you down) |