Testo If I Can't Smoke Or Swear, I'm Fucked

Don't wait, it's almost over,
This rope gets shorter by the day,
And now I've found its end.
You test the poison and you pat,
Drag it for your worst mistakes,
And fight to shake the blame.

A death grip, denial, our graveyard grin You bear your teeth, remind us that you're just a skeleton.
Just a skeleton.

Don't wait, I can see it now,
The patron saint of the totally fucked
Lie down in living your own way,
‘cause dying isn't living, is it?
Your bones decay.

A death grip, denial, our graveyard grin
You bear your teeth, remind us that you're just a skeleton.
Just a skeleton.