Well, these are dark days
When I’m staring at a mirror in the corner
And I see both sides of who I should be
A heritage, an excuse, or a black spot in my blood
Like a shooter in a dark room waiting
I don’t want to let him out
Because I’m afraid of what he’ll do
It’s got me worried
Am I the one? Hate more than love?
Imploding, killing my brothers
So, please don’t judge me for the failure I’m gonna be
I don’t want to leave this couch, I’m afraid to go to war
So I stay inside and I fuck myself blind
But I want to know if we’ve been promised so much more
Then how do I get it?
Nothing’s ever really worked out this far
I’m well past the point of giving up
It’s got me thinking
That I’m the one, hate more than love
Imploding, killing my brothers
I'm the one, hate more than love
Imploding, killing my brothers
