Dead on Impact - Dismantled

This is pure hate

None of that woe-is-me bullshit

Get in the fire

And burn like hell

I can still see your eyes

Running through the smoke

Wish I was slitting your throat

Over and over again

(Over again…)

Over and over again

(Over again…)

Thank God I’ll be

Dead on impact

Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Dead on impact

Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

I’ll sell you all my emotions

So I don’t have to feel anything

For anyone anymore

Trust me, it’s better when my eyes are glass

While you’re screaming «I'm sorry!»

On top of your lungs

Manipulator shouldn’t be a word

It should be carved through your throat

So you bleed every time you talk

And that ain’t blood running down your neck

It’s just sugar for the next motherfucker to get their taste

On impact

Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Dead on impact

Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Dead on impact

Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Dead on impact

Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Hit the fucking ground…

That ain’t blood running down your neck…

It’s just sugar for the next motherfucker

Thank God I’ll be

Dead on impact

Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Dead on impact

Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Dead on impact

Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Dead on impact

Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Hit the fucking ground…

Thank God I’ll be dead…

Dead on impact