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Empty The Clip

 

Empty The Clip

(album: B-Sides & Rarities Vol.2 [2009-2013] - 2013)


Yeah
It's been a while, y'all
R-A-V

Bust open the window yelling, "Fuck the world, good morning"
I'll make you feel like life is just a type of an abortion
Then throw up peace signs, pay attention to my fingers
I direct your fucking life, this time represents scissors
A wizard with the blaze, throw grenades, swing swords
Blood is but pain, bring this clay then, yes sir
I used to be a calm kid with the greatest homies
They were everything I had, but now that they're gone I'm broken
When you lose all you need, you don't fear losing the rest
You don't fear losing your limbs, have no fear, you have no stress
Living life to the fullest, scratch that
Living life with two full clips that barely rest from firing bullets
No regard for these other human beings walking with me
Not interested in what they want, but what they'll fucking give me
But who'd be scared of a baby-faced, skinny, short dude
With a surprisingly twisted mind and a short fuse

Life is so corny, I envy the dead
I'm living a life where all ends never met
My friends are all dead, put this gun to my head
Stand on top of the White House and empty the clip
Stand on top of the White House and empty the clip
Empty the clip, empty the clip
Fuck living life full of trife and regret

Labels, labels, all people do is give labels
Hateful, spiteful, can't escape the cycle
Trifling life constantly cycling, right?
I use these drugs, women and guns to burst the tires off
Trying to find comfort in (except I'm in pain now)
All I do is go through depression and nervous breakdowns
And if somebody points fingers, I'll murder the damn clowns
Stalking shit and flipping the bird, on her upstate town
My words are just faint sounds
For these nerves of these straight fuck
I wish I could send razor blades via PayPal
And I love my family, but they are better off without me
I hurt them way too much, they still say good things about me
And they love me and support me and it makes me so damn sad
I mean mad, fuck it, I don't know
I don't deserve it, this I know
And once I'm ready, stand up straight, pull up my hand
This clip gon' blow atop this place
The world will see and from my face this world gon' know

Life is so corny, I envy the dead
I'm living a life where all ends never met
My friends are all dead, put this gun to my head
Stand on top of the White House and empty the clip
Stand on top of the White House and empty the clip
Empty the clip, empty the clip
Fuck living life full of trife and regret

[*gun loading*]
[*bang*]

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