One, two, three, yeah!

Chew me up and spit me out when
There's nothing left of me
My life's expectancy here we go again
Downward spiral guess I know it when
I don't see tomorrow

I can't seem to break out of my own head
Can't seem to figure it out instead

Falling faster back to the patterns
I'll be your cadaver perfect disaster
Push the dagger twist and shatter
You pull me apart again

The wound is ever bleeding
It's nowhere close to healing
It's like I'm markеd for death
And death ain't just don't
Care 'bout your feelings
Is thеre a chance to complain?
Or tear me down for some fun
I'll be the butt of them jokes
Them words are bullets in loaded guns

Falling faster back to the patterns
I'll be your cadaver perfect disaster
Push the dagger twist and shatter
You pull me apart again

I can't seem to break out of my own head
Can't seem to figure it out instead

Falling faster back to the patterns
I'll be your cadaver perfect disaster
Push the dagger twist and shatter
You pull me apart again

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JAMIE SPANIOLO, PAUL METHRIC, THOMAS JONATHAN HANE