Die. Cry. Hate.

Every day something new sacrifice the old you Every day something new sacrifice the old you Every day something new sacrifice the old you Every day is something new I took a walk Took their advice with a grain of salt And still the air it felt so stale, so false Twice regurgitated, lined in chalk I can't help thinking that I'm next My severed head, it tells me That I should go find myself A deeper hole to bury itself in Or a closer seat near the door In case this whole place is rigged to blow My better half tells me that I have a way with words A sword I used to write your epitaph But now it seems that blade has turned on me And yet I turn it in my back like a key Will I feel it more or less? I cant help thinking it gets worse I cant help thinking it gets worse Maybe it's time to shave off the curse For those who can't help but help themselves To fully dissolve and reimburse We'll make it rain with love Relentless everlasting sacrifice be gone Be kind, to care for those you can't afford to hate or know We'll make it rain Make it rain, make it reign in love