I'd rather be your coffin
than your pillow
because we press through flesh
we break the skin.
we push back through the skin.
we chew through what we're in.
we'll tear this place apart
we'll piss inside your heart.
we'll hit you where you live.
we'll get under the skin
we'll tear this place apart,
we'll piss inside your heart.
we'll push, we'll shove,
put smokes out on your rug
we hit you where you live.
we live under the skin.
once in 40 seconds.
done in 45.
this is what we're reduced to
just to stay alive.
tonight we're coming back
and we don't care who we hurt.
we'll shovel by the mouthful
till they're covered up with dirt.
this is where we live.
our favorite place to bleed.
stitched in any closer
we'd be sewed into the sleeve.
still stuck to the skin.
same place that we're in.
i'm the guy who lives next door
lines up cans and shoots at the floor.
pictures of guns and girls under the bed.
we don't care because, baby, we're all dead.
baby, we're all still stuck to the skin.
same place that we're in
