Call It Karma Good Morning Insomnia
So while you sort out your head and try to make it
simple,
I'll always tell you, "This will be the end."
Sort out your head.
(Turn it around.)
I'm sinking.
I'll always tell you that I'll be the end of you.
(Lose it again.)
This was my favorite song that I will never be able to
sing.
I'll never get to sing.
Can't you feel it changing now that the stories involve
someone else?
Make them tremble right off of your tongue
Over and over again.
Every time the pages have been replaced I can see the
lines that you tried to fill,
But you filled them all too quickly, quickly.
I'll make you peel back your skin and make you show
your bones to the world.
I've made you scream my name.
Now, I'll make you pray for your grave.
I'll make you feel my pain.
And as she enters the room, enters the room
It's over now.
We're on top of everything.
She enters the room, enters the room
It's over now, it's over now.
We're on top of everything.
How can you call the noises in your head thinking?
So peel back your skin and you will show your bones.
Peel back your skin and you will show your bones to the
world.
I'll make you pray for your f..cking grave.
