Lyrics

In a cycle, it's a violent kind of spin Burned the high road, now I'm riding off of grip I was idle, now I start a lot of shit Look at what I did It's a funeral, 'cause now my ego's dead Like a thorn on a rose, ain't no way to get a grip If I die alone, there'll be more room in the crypt And yeah, I'm fine with it I say, hey, I hold the knife by the blade 'Cause I know how to take the pain I love a good enemy, and baby, it's me Maybe it's me I hold the knife by the blade I'll be fighting till the grave I love a good enemy, and baby, it's me Baby, it's Me-me-me-me-me-me-me Me-me-me-me-me-me-me Me-me-me-me-me-me-me Halo overhead, devil on my shoulders All these regrets circle like a vulture Ain't no medicine, I'm a sick culture And maybe I'm disturbed It's like world war me, and I don't want peace I would rather bleed All the misery loves company And I can't break free I say, hey, I hold the knife by the blade 'Cause I know how to take the pain I love a good enemy, and baby, it's me Maybe it's me I hold the knife by the blade I'll be fighting till the grave I love a good enemy, and baby, it's me Baby, it's Me-me-me-me-me-me-me Me-me-me-me-me-me-me Me-me-me-me-me-me-me
Writer(s): Matias Gabriel Mora, Lyndsey Gerd Gunnulfsen, Sean Van Fleet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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