Blacked Out

Whitechapel

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    I asked God why am I suffering
    He said, welcome to world where your bank account reigns
    I salute my wasted youth
    And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain

    Repetition needs a friend
    I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
    How 'bout we get this party started right
    And use a bullet for each of your eyes
    Repetition's at its end
    How does it feel to receive rather to send
    Oh, I forgot you don't have a fucking brain
    It was blown out by another man drove insane

    I can't feel a thing
    Emotionless never felt me this way

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    Can this be the rest of my life
    No care, no remorse
    Follow me to a cold, numb mind
    And live the life of a corpse

    I asked god when will I get my chance
    He said I don't have an answer and I don't have a plan
    I salute my wasted youth
    And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain

    Blacked out
    Blacked out
    Blacked out, my conscience is controlling me
    Blacked out, the poison never leaves my veins
    Blacked out

    I need an answer
    I need closure
    I salute my wasted youth
    And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain

    I can't feel a thing
    My emotions have the best of me
    I can't feel a thing
    My emotions help me truly see when I'm blacked out

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    Composición: Ben Savage

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