Do you always have to hire actors
to play the devils that talk me out of my suicides?
You're just a ring tone that happens when you get sick enough
to call the one with bullet holes,
bullet holes for eyes
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels
I broken open the box when I spoke the spell
and I became an entrance wound to your bedroom grave,
and I was paid with the shadow of consensual rape
Your ransom note is quoted by
your d**h and birth certificates
and all of your love,
and all of your love letters read just like my will
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels
I don't have to see to know that murderers
are getting prettier every day
I don't have to see to know that murderers
are getting prettier every day
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels
Pfft, f** it