Look at this place, can you look at my face?
Laid out on the floor, well it must've been laced
You can't feel anything
But I know you can feel, everything
Crush it, chop it, cut it, let me get a little more
I need it, want it, gotta have it, just a little more
I can see you turning blue, as you hit the floor
Blood on your face, looks like another mistake
I've got a question for you so clean the dust off your plate
Blood on your hands, looks like you've run out of plans
So get back that's enough, yeah I think you've had enough
Breathing gets harder, chest banging out of pace
The room is getting smaller, can't feel your f*cking face
You told you no, you told you no
Too much at once and now your system is about to blow
Crush it, chop it, cut it, let me get a little more
I need it, want it, gotta have it, just a little more
I can feel you leaving us soon, too much is not enough, its never enough
Where did you go?
(Blood on your face, blood on your hands)
Blood on your face, looks like another mistake
I've got a question for you so clean the dust off your plate
Blood on your hands, looks like you've run out of plans
So get back that's enough, yeah I think you've had enough