Testo Scraps Think I Care
Nothing, left inside.My heart, tear out my mind
Fueled on, coffee and hate
for me, it's too late.
I don't even care, anymore.
I've given all away, to the rats.
I don't even care, anymore
Leave it for them to fight, for the scraps.
Confined, by mistakes made.
All hope, has begun to fade.
Blank stare, as I laugh to myself.
Ha Ha, see you in hell.
Throw my body in the street
leave it there for the scavengers to feast.
When I've been stripped to the bone
maybe then they'll leave me alone.
