Verse 1 Blood on my hands I cant wash away Even when Rinsing in holy water Of my fathers grace Years, cheers, tears Rushing straight down the drain Heart torn to shreds Now Im walking dead Running out of sprains Toweling off With these tribulations And troubled states Wishing I can get a second chance I need a double take Lord knows we both deserve nothing Short of hell fire Pressing deep in you till you expired I was a sex hydrant For what once was Lush garden Now an angry orchard And im using the same candles That collected my sins To douse the torches Wish I prepared earlier To go down in flames All I ever saw Was us going down the aisle And coming out the craze With matching names But its too late for the possibilities At the point my own parties pity me You better takeoff Your lifeless eyes are killing me Hook You better take off The countdown is coming You better take off The loud mouths are running You better take off From the wreck that Im becoming You better take off now You better stay gonnnnnne Verse 2 Im sitting under this flickering light Playing a game of russian roulette With a mirror in sight And the conscience of a killer Throwing glasses at the staircase Stain wood with scotch distiller Search frantically for oxycontin To numb the feelings That I thought I buried under my basement If you wondering where my day went I been tryna plan the perfect murder For both you and me We can leave this life in truancy And the crudest clue is the Agatha christie novel filled with lunacy And the blood smeared to prove its me Who pulled the trigger And then there were none of those traces Of the truth Left for the missing person unit Like my body straight vanished here Clearly i still find it hard to manage here All these voices thunder in my head I cant stand to hear Sitting down to write myself wrong All about you Jane Past gone But come Sunday Morning Youll see my tears in the rainfall
better, distiller, toweling, gonnnnnne, crudest