The Undertow

I mistook this home for being a battlefield
I'm dragging us down in the undertow
Salt in the wound
Wound

I got an appetite for destroying
My whole damn life again and again
Hi, I'm a smoking grenade
I'll blow up in your face
I can take ya, take ya for a ride, oh, yeah

Break you down to the mental edge
Bliss as flame into the hearts of man
Drag me back into my grave
I'll pray to them that this was all pretend

Loyalty isn't free
It don't mean there listening
The night is young, and it can still turn into the ride of your life
So buckle in

I mistook this home for being a battlefield
I'm dragging us down in the undertow
Salt in the wound
I mistook this home for being a battlefield
I'm dragging us down in the undertow
Salt in the wound

I can't remember who I was inside the shell
Who's staring back at me
This skin doesn't fit on me
I think the broken parts inside me are rotting out my life
Serves me, right?

Break me down to the mental edge
Bliss as flame into the hearts of man
Drag me back into my grave
I'll pray to them that this was all pretend

Loyalty isn't free
It don't mean I'm listening
The night is young, and it can still turn into the ride of your life
So buckle in

I mistook this home for being a battlefield
I'm dragging us down in the undertow
Salt in the wound
I mistook this home for being a battlefield
I'm dragging us down in the undertow
Salt in the wound