This is pure hate
None of that woe-is-me bullshit
Get in the fire
And burn like hell
I can still see your eyes
Running through the smoke
Wish I was slitting your throat
Over and over again
(Over again...)
Over and over again
(Over again...)

Thank God I'll be
Dead on impact
Don't say I'm falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
Dead on impact
Don't say I'm falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

I'll sell you all my emotions
So I don't have to feel anything
For anyone anymore
Trust me, it's better when my eyes are glass
While you're screaming "I'm sorry!"
On top of your lungs
Manipulator shouldn't be a word
It should be carved through your throat
So you bleed every time you talk
And that ain't blood running down your neck
It's just sugar for the next motherfucker to get their taste

On impact
Don't say I'm falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
Dead on impact
Don't say I'm falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
Dead on impact
Don't say I'm falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
Dead on impact
Don't say I'm falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Hit the fucking ground...

That ain't blood running down your neck...
It's just sugar for the next motherfucker

Thank God I'll be
Dead on impact
Don't say I'm falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
Dead on impact
Don't say I'm falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
Dead on impact
Don't say I'm falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
Dead on impact
Don't say I'm falling 'til I hit the fucking ground

Hit the fucking ground...

Thank God I'll be dead...
Dead on impact


Lyrics submitted by Celerian

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