Žodžiai dainai: Clit 45. Self-Hate Crimes. Gimme Death.

I got a knife to my neck and a gun right to my head
Getting out your aggression in a teenage make-out session
Now you got nothing left to show but broken bottles and nowhere to go
And I'm alone with nothing left, waiting for my last breath

Cause time, my time, our time, all time has been sold
But I don't give a fuck anymore
Cause time, my time, our time, all time who's next?
Relax your jaw don't fret, just gimme death

Now I see the truth is all so clear
We've all been telling lies, bleeding above a mirror
So don't answer the door when he knocks this time
Cause the only truth I see is behind this white line

Life is left for those who want to live
But if it's all pain then somethings gotta give
But we're all too young, too dumb, too numb to run away
So relax your jaw don't fret, just gimme death

5-0 found him done
L.S.D. left him in cold blood
Pyn knew he'd crash from the start
Shot up a broken heart

Don't care about what you had and now it's gone
So long