Death Threat

One, two

One, two, three, four

I flipped a switch, I know it wouldn't take long

You could time me like a whore

If I had six, you'd swear I had a thousand

You can mop me up in the morning

Cold, then fire, then cold, it's relentless

The headache of old, is the last of the importance

I'll have [Incomprehensible] then another

Its too late to stop the glut

I'll go till my eyes roll shut, I'm fucked

Cold, then fire, then cold, it's relentless

Desperate buck, a spinning room

Awake lost, across the street

Pathetic luck, split lips

A broken wrist, a death threat

Desperate buck, a spinning room

Awake lost, across the street

Pathetic luck, split lips

A broken wrist, a death threat

Desperate buck, a spinning room

Awake lost, across the street

Pathetic luck, split lips

A broken wrist, a death threat

A death threat, a death threat

A death threat, a death threat, now

One, two, three, four