Текст песни CUT_it

I got nothing else left and my body is a graveyard Someone's getting put to work Body starts to pack it in You're about to give it up This is too predictable Somethings gonna get to you All this shit is getting rough Now the sky turns red Take me out I'm turning to dust I can't raise the dead Nothing left, and my body is a graveyard Off with my head Won't let me out When my best ain't good enough Put the blade inside your hands Around my neck Suspended Waiting for the blackout Someone's getting put to work Body starts to pack it in You're about to give it up This is too predictable Somethings gonna get to you All this shit is getting rough Now the sky turns red Take me out I'm turning to dust I can't raise the dead Nothing left, and my body is a graveyard Nothing left, and my body is a graveyard Off with my head Won't let me out When my best ain't good enough Put the blade inside your hands Around my neck Suspended Waiting for the blackout No my best ain't good enough Not a chance, no place to land Can't raise the dead, I'm empty Off with my head, won't let me out Cut it