BloodRitual - HR//MF

Check all the boxes
For high risk behavior
Pick your poison
What's your flavor

A shit talking cheater
With a heart full hatred
Some days
I'd be better off dead

If left to my devices
I'd lie, steal, and self abuse
Do what a man's gotta do
Just to make it through

Can't win if you never use
Lived and risked it all

If scars could tell stories
I could spin you some lies

Was never gonna amount to much
Too much gravel in my goddamn guts

A whole life of payin' dues
Guess even cowboys get the blues

Run another line
On another bender
In a land of saints
I'm it's last real sinner

High Risk
Another high risk mother fucker

Exist
Just to make myself suffer

High Risk
Another high risk mother fucker

Exist
Just to make myself suffer

Never wanted to die
Can't shake living as a waste of my time
The only honesty I can stand
Is the goddamn gun in my hand

So light me up, mother fucker
I wanna feel the pain
All my rowdy friends have settled down
Can't see myself doing the same

Why the fuck am I still here?
Wasn't meant to make another year.

There's no room
For a high risk mother fucker

I dream of the end of the line
A chance to meet my fuckin' maker
And give him a piece of my mind
A whole life of complaining
Ain't much of it good
I'd love to ask him and see
Of all the lives to be lived
Then what was the point to me?

Line your ass up for last call
You've seen the rise
Now take the fall

Grab another glass of hurt
And toast my demise
If it's the end
Then what a hell of a ride

High Risk
Mother Fucker
Exist
just to make myself suffer

Written by:
Ben Roberts

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