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I mistook this home for being a battlefield

I'm dragging us down in the undertow

Salt in the wound

Wound

I got an appetite for destroying

My whole damn life again and again

Hi, I'm a smoking grenade

I'll blow up in your face

I can take ya, take ya for a ride, oh yeah

Break you down to the mental edge

Bliss as flame into the hearts of man

Drag me back into my grave

I'll pray to them that this was all pretend

Loyalty isn't free

It don't mean there listening

The night is young, and it can still turn into the ride of your life

So buckle in

I mistook this home for bеing a battlefield

I'm dragging us down in the undеrtow

Salt in the wound

I mistook this home for being a battlefield

I'm dragging us down in the undertow

Salt in the wound

I can't remember who I was inside the shell

Who's staring back at me

This skin doesn't fit on me

I think the broken parts inside me are rotting out my life

Serves me, right?

Break me down to the mental edge

Bliss as flame into the hearts of man

Drag me back into my grave

I'll pray to them that this was all pretend

Loyalty isn't free

It don't mean I'm listening

The night is young, and it can still turn into the ride of your life

So buckle in

I mistook this home for being a battlefield

I'm dragging us down in the undertow

Salt in the wound

I mistook this home for being a battlefield

I'm dragging us down in the undertow

Salt in the wound