Awarre - Lambs To The Slaughter Lyrics

F*ck my friends they're dead to me
They turned to enemies
I let it be let them live in the fantasy
Let it be let it be
Let them live in fantasy
Let it be let it be
They're all dead to me
Like a lamb to the slaughter
There won't be tomorrow
I don't feel no sorrow
Keep all my feelings in a bottle
With a bottle by feet
And I am passing out cold
With my own devices
Trapped inside a snow globe
With my own devices
With my own devices
With my own devices
Yeah, yeah
And for the last time
I won't say why
I won't talk about
I know another time
Another day
Another place yeah
And another place yeah
F*ck them all they're dead to me
They dead to me
(They're dead to me yeah, they're dead to me)
F*ck them all they're dead to me
They dead to me
(They're dead to me yeah, they're dead yeah)
Where'd I go?
(yeah)
On my own
Talking about selling souls
Sold my own
(sold my own yeah)
Guess I'll never know
This feeling oh
(this feeling)
Guess I'll never show
This feeling oh
Till I get ahead yeah
(Till I get ahead yeah)
And they're dead yeah