Version Eight - Fucking Eight

Dripping bad blood
From these words fucking overtime
I'm a bad wolf
With a hunger for the finer life
I don't give a fuck
Where you think I'm coming from
Took so many pills I feel like
Nikki Six shot up

I can't feel a goddamn thing anymore
Just get the fuck out
You're a waste of wisdom

I can't feel a goddamn thing
I can't feel a goddamn thing

Dearly beloved
We gather here today
To say a prayer
For all those fake friends
And weak motherfuckers
They were never going anywhere

Always getting maimed
By the fucked up games you play
Bang bang pop pop
Going insane, dropping those names
They ain't shit bitch you got no brains
Too many snakes on board that plane
Karma doesn't like the fakes
So motherfucker I guess
I'll chop you up like Bobby Fucking Flay

I can't feel a goddamn thing

Tried to build a bridge
I tore it back down
Tarnish my name
I'll cut you right out
Burn like a moth to flame
No we are not the same

Try to build a bridge
I'll tear that fucker back down
Eat your shitty words
But you can't spit them back out
Burn like a moth to flame
No we are not the fucking same

I can't feel a goddamn thing
I can't feel a goddamn thing

Written by:
Brett Larson

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