Blacked Out - Whitechapel
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Blacked Out Lyrics
Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
I asked god why am I suffering
He said, welcome to the world your bank account reigns
I salute my wasted youth
And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the painRepetition needs a friend
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each of your eyes
Repetition's at its end
How does it feel to receive rather to send
Oh, I forgot you don't have a fucking brain
It was blown out by another man drove insaneI can't feel a thing
Emotionlessness never felt me this wayCan this be the rest of my life
No care, no remorse
Follow me to a cold, numb mind
And live the life of a corpseI asked god when will I get my chance
He said, I don't have and answer and I don't have a plan
I salute my wasted youth
And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the painBlacked out
Blacked out
Blacked out, my conscience is controling me
Blacked out, the poison never leaves my veins
Blacked outCan this be the rest of my life
No care, no remorse
Follow me to a cold, numb mind
And live the life of a corpseI need an answer
I need closure
I salute my wasted youth
And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the painRepetition needs a friend
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each of your eyes
Repetition's at its end
How does it feel to receive rather to send
Oh, I forgot you don't have a fucking brain
It was blown out by another man drove insaneI can't feel a thing
My emotions have the best of me
I can't feel a thing
My emotions help me truly see when I'mBlacked out
Blacked out
Blacked out, my conscience is controling me
Blacked out, the poison never leaves my veins
Blacked out