I WOULD STILL PR3F3R TO DI3

Ravage at a gunpoint I would still prefer to die Not a motherfucking scalpel Could fix my own fucking mind Only hate that I see, bitch I’m hanging from a line Razor in my fucking hands, damn My skin's a bloody sight I've been beset These feeling lever left On the path to the throne That I'm treading alone Got a new goal Please, never let it go This music for my soul I'll never be whole Don’t want to see you again Don’t need your lies in my head F*ck this shit rather be dead Fill my brain up with some led Ravage at a gunpoint I would still prefer to die Not a motherfucking scalpel Could fix my own fucking mind Only hate that I see, bitch I’m hanging from a line Razor in my fucking hands, damn My skin's a bloody sight Ravage at a gunpoint I would still prefer to die Not a motherfucking scalpel Could fix my own fucking mind Only hate that I see, bitch I’m hanging from a line Razor in my fucking hands, damn My skin's a bloody sight