Going off without a hitch But soon enough you'll find That life's a fucking bitch Because the facts are cold and hard The needle point is sharp A picture is worth a thousand words And a pretty face is worth a thousand broken hearts
How much further can shit go south? Before I want to put a gun in my mouth Before I take these thoughts and I act them out Can I leave that blood on the hands of my friends? Can I leave that scar on the name of my kin?
Or do they forget my name?
For what is now just a thought Hold tight and brace myself
And when I leave this Earth