Dig Up The Hatchet

I used to spend my days trying to see shit through
They say I feel the same, I want to bleed with you

I don't give a damn about the way that you feel cause I am who I am
(You can deal with it)
And God only knows where I'm goin for real, this the life I chose
(I got to deal with it, deal with it, deal with it)

I want that pain
That comes from the inside
Like some kind of a blade
That cuts through the wrists, I just can't resist it
Feels too good to forget, even if I could I couldn't forgive
Take it to the grave
Dirt on your casket, dig up the hatchet

Take the pain of prescription, couldn't unalive
Razorblades, switchblades, cleavers, butter knives
Shanks and daggers, machetes for cuttin ties
You ain't ever seen bat wings on a butterfly
(Wonder why?)

I don't give a damn about the way that you feel cause I am who I am
(You can deal with it)
And God only knows where I'm goin for real, this the life I chose

I want that pain
That comes from the inside
Like some kind of a blade
That cuts through the wrists, I just can't resist it
Feels too good to forget, even if I could I couldn't forgive
Take it to the grave
Dirt on your casket, dig up the hatchet

Dig up the hatchet!

AH!

I want that pain
That comes from the inside
Like some kind of a blade
That cuts through the wrists, I just can't resist it
Feels too good to forget, even if I could I couldn't forgive
Take it to the grave
Dirt on your casket, dig up the hatchet

Dig up the hatchet!

Dig up the hatchet!