Bury my thoughts in this grave along with me
Failing at life will teach you the art of subtlety
Im as subtle as a bullet through your head
If i dont watch it i might end up dead
I dont know who i am these days
These feelings in my chest i chase
They keep me falling flat on my face
Life rips me all apart now
Chews me up and spits me right out
Im so used to this now
Im so used to being everybody's clown
Bury my thoughts in this grave along with me
Failing at life will teach you the art of subtlety
Im as subtle as a bullet through your head
If i dont watch it i might end up dead
I might end up f*cking dead
I might end up f*cking dead
I might end up f*cking dead