Killing Kit - Scapegoat

We’ve got our fingers crossed

We’ve got his very best friends in on the job

We the people are the people

And as people we will have our way

We’re doing away with this sharp

Unorthodox

Ir-rhythm

Damning our streams

Give me this way out

Cause I’m being run over

By an eighteen wheeler with sorry

Written on the side

My life inside a broken straw

Let go of the railing

Give up, give up, come down

Please give me this way out

Cause my cup has long runneth over

And a flat line reading would

Surely do me right

My life inside a broken straw

And beneath me

Is the water I’ll never reach

A cleansing not known to me

Well I stand up to breathe

My legs cripple, knees give in

And I cave in.

I’m caving in

I never wanted to be nothing more than unhappy

I’ll wear this stereotype like a crown

And inherit the world as a king

Fucking rock star

Let go of the railing

Preferably before your last words

Your last breath

The subjects dropped and I’m killing you

Se la vie

We soon will see

Your bed in hell will reek of me

With your tail between your legs

Kill me

Kill me and see what I’m made of

Crucify me and make me a king

Let the killing begin

Cause nobody ever wants to die

In vein

Give me a reason to be remembered

Your alter is fading

As will you

You are my reason to be remembered

Crucify me

Make me a king

I never wanted to be nothing more than unhappy

And now I’m the spokes jack ass

I’ll wear this stereotype like a crown

And inherit the world as a king

Fucking rock star

Let go of the railing

Preferably before your last words

Your last breath

The subjects dropped and I’m killing you

Se la vie, we soon will see

Your bed in hell will reek of me

With your tail between your legs

Kill me