Faithful
Hateful
Bullets in my chest, bullets in the rest
All the f*cking stress makes me depressed
But let me digress, that it's the pain I can't digest
Left me there dead, water turned red, blood stains on the bed
Nightmare screams, frightful dreams
I can hear them talking in their schemes
Love me close, don't let me go
I'm already breaking so don't let me know
I'd rather be in denial, than hear the truth
So don't let me cry, in the f*ckin' booth