I always knew I was strong with myself
But I need you to be weak
Can’t distract me on my own
Need you here if I’m alone
Doesn’t matter where I am or what I do
It’s not that pretty
For every hour wasted there is blood on my hands
A slow and painful kill that wasn’t a part of my plans
A routine, some safety, something to hold on to
Would carry me
A slaughter, a bloodbath, these murders are my own
I guarantee
I never thought it’d be this hard to keep
What I always have called mine
Recognition is a joke
Watch the fire and the smoke
Clear as day what I’ve been up to all this time
Yes I am guilty
For every hour wasted there is blood on my hands
A slow and painful kill that wasn’t a part of my plans
A routine, some safety, something to hold on to
Would carry me
A slaughter, a bloodbath, these murders are my own
I guarantee
I wash my hands of what I have done
I’m turning this around
I wash my hands of what I have done
I’m turning this around