Throw me like a molotov
Machete cut and saw it off
Okay, okay, okay, okay
I guess I'll fucking die alone
We all fucking die alone
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Picking holes in demi gods
Nothing making sense at all
Okay, okay, okay, okay
I guess I'll fucking die alone
We all fucking die alone
Why is love a dirty curse?
Make it bleed and make it hurt
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Throw me like a molotov
Guess I'll fucking die alone
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Throw me like a molotov
We all fucking die alone, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All they do is weaponise
What you want, your state of mind
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Pretty manners when they talk
Targets to a tomahawk
Okay, okay, okay, okay
You fake nice
Harvesting the best lies
Fist fight
Then you turn a blind eye
Fuck that
I'd rather be a lowlife
Why is love a dirty word?
Make it bleed and make it hurt
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Throw me like a molotov
Guess I'll fucking die alone
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Throw me like a molotov
We all fucking die alone
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Throw me like a molotov
Guess I'll fucking die alone
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Throw me like a molotov
We all fucking die alone, yeah
Throw me like a molotov
Yeah
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