She can take the words I make. And trade me for the idea to strip my face. And hang me with the skin. Hang me with the skin. . Stained reminders are dividers we've all lied.
Now I've got the gun to your head. You're gonna wish you never knew my name. Now I got the gun to your head. And I swear I'll never feel the same. . I wanna do it don't.
Forget blindfolded deathbed promises. You've got to dig too deep to ever find conviction. Forget blindfolded deathbed promises. . It ain't easy to find the words.