Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (on me) Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy Pull up twenty inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy Now it's

It's alright we're in love Can't live with or without Runnin out of time Remember the girl We're in love Abused with forks ,knives and razorblades Abused with forks, knives and razorblades She finally left him, she had enough of her man's rage Band-aids

Freak magnet Straitjacket Pushin' back at you Call me the billionaire breaker, turn 'em into my bitch I'm the king of the freaks a' down here diggin' a ditch I'm at a weed cafe on a Netherlands street Riding a caffeine buzz and I'm starting to peak

Words cut like blades to the skin We are who we are From beginning to end How must you feel up there So exalted, it's like a hardy attitude Know ones inferior To your ones words within the script After it's so you have a footing To thoughts you do not

My roots, my roots Run deep into the hollow I'm stronger than I ever knew I'm strong because of you I bite down a little harder My blades a little sharper Strike back a little harder I scream a little louder I hit back a little louder

I have myself a silver blade The edges sharp, the handle bone A little thing of silver made Now it's the only thing I own Once I knew a lordling fine I heard him whistle as he rode And I was bold to call him mine The shoes upon his horse were gold One

I stroke the blade with my hand, The sharp edge cuts the skin. Blood drips to the rain-wet sand; My journey can begin. Once a slave, but now I'm free My honor is restored! Once again, I ride the seas Free at last, from whip and oar I slide the sword into

Need a little time to wake up wake up What's the story morning glory? Need a little time to wake up All your dreams are made When you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade Today's the day that all the world will see Another sunny afternoon Walking

Crawling and moaning in the sharp blade of grass All my life starting over, blood spilled inside out I went through this cycle of pain deep in myself Destroyed by awful hands, a demon of illusion The pain now awaken, I'm cracking wide open Can barely

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn