Текст песни Dig Up The Hatchet

I used to spend my days trying to see shit through Can't say I feel the same I wanna bleed with you I don't give damn Bout the way you feel 'Cause I am who I am (and you can deal with it) God only knows Where I'm going for real This the life I chose (I gotta deal with it) I want that pain That comes from the inside like some Kind of a blade that cuts through the wrist I just can't resist It feels too good to forget Even if I could I couldn't forgive Take it to the grave Dirt on your casket Dig up the hatchet Type of pain A prescription couldn't unalive Razor blades Switch blades Cleavers, butterknives, shanks, and Daggers, machetes for cutting ties You ain't never seen Bat wings on butterfly Wonder why? I don't give damn Bout the way you feel 'Cause I am who I am (and you can deal with it) God only knows Where I'm going for real This the life I chose I want that pain That comes from the inside like some Kind of a blade that cuts through the wrist I just can't resist It feels too good to forget Even if I could I couldn't forgive Take it to the grave Dirt on your casket Dig up the hatchet I want that pain That comes from the inside like some Kind of a blade that cuts through the wrist I just can't resist It feels too good to forget Even if I could I couldn't forgive Take it to the grave Dirt on your casket Dig up the hatchet