It's like you know the words but you can't hear the music
You've lived a lie for so long, now you believe it
You're shotting silver bullets and taking magic pills
I'm asking you do you know a way to delete my conscience?
Don't put your ear to the floor to hear the sound of the future
Your's is a history. Shaped by disaster
We're coming back for you, you better brace yourself
I'm telling you, we're coming back
To collect that killer who killed me and threw me away
Am I holding you up or are you holding me down?
We make the same mistakes, we always count them
I want to fail you so badly
I'm telling you, we're coming back to collect that killer
What if I have to lost? What if I have to suffer?
So what if I have to lose? So what if I have to suffer?