Dead in a Meadow - Raw & Tore

Raw and tore
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
In arms of love and care
You fucking drag me down
Sorrow and despair
Something that won’t stand out
It’s all that bitter taste
That makes you fall so hard
Now that I’m locked up
You’ve left me raw and tore
Ugly, wretched, putrid and sick
All the fuels in my heart
Gasoline and bleeding fists
All the fuels in my art
I am so fucking sick
Of singing lullabies
Hang me on the crucifix
It’s where I’ll spend my life
Every time you dragged me down
You made me fall so hard
I just got back up
And grabbed my
Flesh covered spiked club
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
Everything is raw and tore
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
It's clear that you were guilty of murder
And yet he says that in all his conversations with you
He never heard you express remorse
Have you never felt it
Remorse for what
You people have done everything in the world to me
Doesn't that give me equal right
I can do anything I want to you people at any time I want to
Because that's what you've done to me
If you spit in my face
And smack me in the mouth
And throw me into solitary confinement for nothing
What do you think's gonna happen
When I get outta here
Fucking kill
Killing you
Makes me happy
Killing you
Makes me love me
Killing you
Makes me happy
Killing you
You made me raw and tore
Everything is raw and tore
I am
Raw and tore
I am so
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
You made me raw and tore
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
Raw and tore
Maybe I should've killed
4 or 5 hundred people
Then I woulda felt better

Written by:
Trent Brooks

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