Black - Hands Like Houses

Acid in the back of my throat

Breathing in secondhand smoke

You got me at the end of my rope

Quietly hopin' you, hopin' you choke

Biting down hard on my tongue

Till I can taste, I can taste blood

My mouth is like a loaded gun

Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs

You’re killing me

I’ll take you down for free

You don’t deserve to breathe

But here I am, here I am, still hearing you speak

Because I’ve had enough

I’ve gotta shut you up

'Cause you’ve said too much

Acid in the back of my throat

Breathing in secondhand smoke

You got me at the end of my rope

Quietly hopin' you, hopin' you choke

Biting down hard on my tongue

Till I can taste, I can taste blood

My mouth is like a loaded gun

Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs

'Cause you’re killing me

I’ll take you down for free

You don’t deserve to breathe, but here I am

Here I am, still hearing you speak

Because I’ve had enough

I’ve gotta shut you up

'Cause you’ve said too much

'Cause you’ve said too much

'Cause you’ve said too much

Biting down hard on my tongue

Till I can taste, I can taste blood

My mouth is like a loaded gun

Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs

I’ll set your world on fire

You’ve cut the wrong damn wire

My good sense is gone, and I’m cutting you

Cutting you down from your throne

I’m blacking out

Going down and I’m not taking prisoners

I can cut you down on my own

Going down and I’m not taking prisoners

I can cut you down on my own

Acid in the back of my throat

Breathing in secondhand smoke

You got me at the end of my rope

Quietly hopin' you, hopin' you choke