Dragged Out And Shot - Bury Your Dead

Now here’s a medal for being so fucking perfect

Perfect at making me miserable

How do you do it?

So let me get some paper to take down these notes

So that I can take the papers dull edge

And saw away at my tired wrists

There is something about you

I can’t quite put my finger on it

I can’t quite put my fingers around your neck

You die