Dead Message

So who am I Just a number to you Count me in Spit me out Count me in spit me out Who even knows If what you say is true Mark your words Think back hard What was said. I know it's hard to pick view that works. so your above everything and you never get hurt. Point that fucking finger at me again I'll snap it right off and feed you with it. So remind me how fucking useless I am Whilst I keep this shit together You tell me you've seen better That's just the way it goes. What did you expect? How can a saviour be a fucking disgrace? I guess we’re all just looking for something to hate. You chose me. Always looking out but never looking in. If I spend more time thinking My faults were over thinking We dig our own graves And I'll climb down there myself But I'll scream onto the sky You threw the dirt on me. Forever pushing We dig our own graves And I'll climb down there myself But I'll scream onto the sky You threw the dirt on me. We dig our own graves And I'll climb down there myself But I'll scream onto the sky You threw the dirt on me.