Dragged Out And Shot

Dragged Out And Shot
Now here's a metal for being so fucking perfect, perfect at making me miserable, how do you do it. So let me get some paper to take down these notes, so that I can take the papers dull edge and saw away at my tired wrists, there's something about you , I can't quite put my finger on it, I can't quit put my hands around your fucking neck, you die.