Black Me Out

I don't ever want to talk that way again
I don't want to know people like that any more
As if it was an obligation
As if I owed you something

Black me out, I want to piss on the walls of your house
I want to chop those brass rings off your fat fucking fingers
As if you were a king maker
As if, as if, as if black me out

I don't want to see the world that way any more
I don't want to want feel that weak and insecure
As if you were my fucking pimp
As if I was your fucking whore

Black me out, I want to piss on the walls of your house
I want to chop those brass rings off your fat fucking fingers
As if you were a king maker
As if, as if, as if black me out

All the young graves filled
Don't the best all burn out so bright and so fast?
All the young graves filled
Don't the best all burn out so bright and so fast?

Full-body high
I'm never coming down
Black me out