Hands on your neck
Bags like I never rest
Cutthroat, below the neck
Don't need anybody else
No harm in threats
You know I don't ever rest
I'm cutthroat, you can tell
Come see, rot with me in Hell
Blood drip my window
My demons in my eyes
That's why I spent all alone, in my mind
I've spent my life in fear of my toxins
I try to fight, but I end up lost in it
Baby, do not tell me that I've lost it
Demons keeping me away, I don't have many options
I spend days, sleeping in a coffin
No stains, I hate it when the blood drips
No one could make me this cold
No one could make me crave soul
You cut ties, you're a wreck
Damaged bad at best
Harm in threats
You know I don't ever rest
I'm cutthroat you can tell
Come see, rot with me in hell
