What if god doesn't care? And we will burn your cities down We will burn your cities down America is a killing name It doesn't feel or discriminate Life is just a killing field It's all that's left, nothing's real Throw away your disposable past And fall

What do you say to the dead? Will you forgive me for living? Can't believe the things that they said Wonderful day for a killing It's killing me! What do they do with your soul? Is it just lying there busted? When did you lose all control?

What's killing me Is that I'm killing you You loved me for all the wrong reasons I'm not the same as I used to be There's nothing but pain left here, I know It's killing me, It's killing me All the wrong reasons There's nothing but pain left here I know

You're breaking your mind By killing the time that kills you But you can't blame the time 'Cause it's only in your mind Sexy sexy made up of plexi disasters Pushing and pulling conservative rolling Unlike plastic, easier to see through Just like glass

We're always chasing that paradise, paradise So, have another drink Have another drink, call me If this is what it takes If it's what it takes, baby Dream another dream 'Cause you're killing it, honey This is what we do to get by Oh and you lost all on

I gotta make you see You tell me that you're leaving And I'm trying to understand I had myself believing I could take it like a man But if you gotta go, then you gotta know That it's killing me And all the things I never seem to show Girl it's been so

There's a hole in my soul Take a walk outside your mind Take a look and you will find That's been killing me forever It's a place where a garden never grows Yeah, I should have known better 'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose Is it over?

There's a hole in my soul Take a walk outside your mind Take a look and you will find That's been killing me forever It's a place where a garden never grows Yeah, I should have known better 'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose Is it over?

(All) all my shit dope 'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes T-raw rock my own kick game 8 figure deal figure how I'm court side at clip game Still pop ace king shit I'm with Rozay Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ OK the day you beating me

Save, save yourself It’s killing me to have to say You know this is the only way You know I’ll be the ghost that’s haunting you What the hell (what the hell you supposed to do) Are you supposed to do (when the whole world is after you) Is coming after