Bury Your Dead - Dragged Out And Shot Lyrics

Now heres a metal for being so f*cking perfect, perfect at making me miserable, how do you do it. So let me get some paper to take down these notes, so that I can take the papers dull edge and saw away at my tired wrists, theres something about you , I cant quite put my finger on it, I cant quit put my hands around your f*cking neck, you die.