Always had a notion
I would find an ill fate
At the bottom of a bottle
Of my darkest days
Don't try and tell me
That you know a f*cking thing
About me bitch
The pain is real as shit
Won't quit blood spit
Throwing motherf*cking fists
Sick of goddamned twists
God I've had enough of this
What the f*ck
Is f*cking wrong with this
This jagged emptiness
This ghostly hollow sense
Spirit touch
Upon my aching lungs
I think I've had enough
Did I give enough?
To this f*cking love illness
Jaded luck don't fail me
Still burning in my blood
I'm waking up again
So f*ck your friends
I'll make myself
A bed in hell instead
They say that you can't know despair
Without hope, love lost in smoke
Another tasteless joke another toke
Too many voices in my head
Left by knives in my neck
So many boxes unchecked
Should've quit UPS
Another job another mess
Can't believe this shit
I'm f*cking sick
And your so full of emptiness
Don't beg me not to lift
This loaded gun
You always run from yourself
So many lies on the shelf
I won't excuse myself
Just save me a seat in hell
Spirit touch
Upon my aching lungs
I think I've had enough
Did I give enough?
To this f*cking love illness
Jaded luck don't fail me
Still burning in my blood
I'm waking up again
So f*ck your friends
I'll make myself
A bed in hell instead
What the f*ck
Is f*cking wrong with this?
I can't feel my goddamn face again
What the f*ck?
Baby can you lift me up?
What the f*ck?
I can't stay here without you
Without you
So baby what the f*ck
Is f*cking wrong with this?
Version Eight - Ill Fate Lyrics
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Always had a notion
I would find an ill fate
At the bottom of a bottle
Of my darkest days
Don't try and tell me
That you know a f*cking thing
About me bitch
The pain is real as shit
Won't quit blood spit
Throwing motherf*cking fists
Sick of goddamned twists
God I've had enough of this
What the f*ck
Is f*cking wrong with this
This jagged emptiness
This ghostly hollow sense
Spirit touch
Upon my aching lungs
I think I've had enough
Did I give enough?
To this f*cking love illness
Jaded luck don't fail me
Still burning in my blood
I'm waking up again
So f*ck your friends
I'll make myself
A bed in hell instead
They say that you can't know despair
Without hope, love lost in smoke
Another tasteless joke another toke
Too many voices in my head
Left by knives in my neck
So many boxes unchecked
Should've quit UPS
Another job another mess
Can't believe this shit
I'm f*cking sick
And your so full of emptiness
Don't beg me not to lift
This loaded gun
You always run from yourself
So many lies on the shelf
I won't excuse myself
Just save me a seat in hell
Spirit touch
Upon my aching lungs
I think I've had enough
Did I give enough?
To this f*cking love illness
Jaded luck don't fail me
Still burning in my blood
I'm waking up again
So f*ck your friends
I'll make myself
A bed in hell instead
What the f*ck
Is f*cking wrong with this?
I can't feel my goddamn face again
What the f*ck?
Baby can you lift me up?
What the f*ck?
I can't stay here without you
Without you
So baby what the f*ck
Is f*cking wrong with this?
I would find an ill fate
At the bottom of a bottle
Of my darkest days
Don't try and tell me
That you know a f*cking thing
About me bitch
The pain is real as shit
Won't quit blood spit
Throwing motherf*cking fists
Sick of goddamned twists
God I've had enough of this
What the f*ck
Is f*cking wrong with this
This jagged emptiness
This ghostly hollow sense
Spirit touch
Upon my aching lungs
I think I've had enough
Did I give enough?
To this f*cking love illness
Jaded luck don't fail me
Still burning in my blood
I'm waking up again
So f*ck your friends
I'll make myself
A bed in hell instead
They say that you can't know despair
Without hope, love lost in smoke
Another tasteless joke another toke
Too many voices in my head
Left by knives in my neck
So many boxes unchecked
Should've quit UPS
Another job another mess
Can't believe this shit
I'm f*cking sick
And your so full of emptiness
Don't beg me not to lift
This loaded gun
You always run from yourself
So many lies on the shelf
I won't excuse myself
Just save me a seat in hell
Spirit touch
Upon my aching lungs
I think I've had enough
Did I give enough?
To this f*cking love illness
Jaded luck don't fail me
Still burning in my blood
I'm waking up again
So f*ck your friends
I'll make myself
A bed in hell instead
What the f*ck
Is f*cking wrong with this?
I can't feel my goddamn face again
What the f*ck?
Baby can you lift me up?
What the f*ck?
I can't stay here without you
Without you
So baby what the f*ck
Is f*cking wrong with this?
Writer: Brett Larson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid