Texty: Twelve Gauge Valentine. Casket Junkie.

Things just don't look good, they don't get any better
I've done the worst I could, it doesn't get any better

she's out of the grave and she's ready for anything
buckle up your seatbelt for the ride of your life
I'm into the ground and I'm running from everything
just hold your breath for the crash to your death

and I've seen these waters neck deep..
and we'll watch these fires burn out..
but we're only waisting time..

we've gotta stop this from happening
when I see your face it's the opposite of grace
bring it up to the castle wall.. build it.. break it..
when I see your face.. it's the opposite of grace

thing's just don't look good, they don't get any better
I've done the worst I could, it doesn't get any better

you want to you watch me fall, I'm slipping faster now..

sit back, relax, and enjoy your show..
we're only waisting time..

can they find me.. will they find me.. if they find me...
I'm gone..

and when the others find me..
I'll be the one with a broken jaw
and I'll be the one with no lover at all
oh yeah.. broke jaw.. oh yeah..

and when the others find me..
I won't be your dog.. I want be your dog no more..