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