Boondox, Big Hoodoo - Bloody Regrets lyrics
[Boondox, Big Hoodoo - Bloody Regrets lyrics]
As a young man I found out
That if you hurt somebody
They’ll leave you alone
Good guys do finish last
Am I crazy? Am I insane?
Hoodoo is my religion I
Believe in superstition
Come against me and I
Turn instantly to mortician
You need some more convincing? Killer
Like the son of sam
Gruesome with my old depiction twist
You like I'm outer realm
Homicidle idle survival of the wickedest
Got my rival suicidal from how
I kick this shit watch me flick the bic I'm
About to light the gas
Then I'mma cut your hand off and use
That bitch to wipe my ass
I'm vicious, my heart has no malice
Enter militias and my trigger
Finger is so careless
From killin' bastards now all I
Do is swing the hatchet
All hail to prime minister
Definition of sinister
Detrimental to industry
Breaking bad with my chemistry
Trying go out and infamy, fuck with me
Feel my energy
Wicked poetic symphony this is how
Killers meant to be
Boondox and Big Hoodoo no
Remorse and no symphaty
No sympathy, no remorse, cold blooded
Sick with it, this how we do
No soul, my hearts cold (everybody knows we)
Sick with it, this how we do
Am I crazy? Sick with it, this how we do
Am I insane? Sick with it, this how we do
The pain is constant and sharp
And this confession? It means nothing
The ring around sinking
Coming clean like it used to
Permament reminder that I got
Couple screws loose
Same with the bathub, same stained hands
Drops on the counter top of insane man
Thoughts of the flashback
Remembering the first time
That I realized I was evil of the worst kind
Covered toe to head in somebody else's life
And laughing when I lost it
Lickin plasma from a knife
Staring at the wind
Chippin' down from a slow drip
Lips on the water fountain
Startin' with a slow sip
And end it with the crazy
Mixed pleasure with your shame
A little bit of pain from
The liquid that I drain
Why did I do it? Was it worth the affliction
And why did I let to
It to become my addiction
The body in my conscious bearing
Out in the mud a blood thristy killer with a
Real thrist for blood
There is no me, only an entity
Something illusory
That if you hurt somebody
They’ll leave you alone
Good guys do finish last
Am I crazy? Am I insane?
Hoodoo is my religion I
Believe in superstition
Come against me and I
Turn instantly to mortician
You need some more convincing? Killer
Like the son of sam
Gruesome with my old depiction twist
You like I'm outer realm
Homicidle idle survival of the wickedest
Got my rival suicidal from how
I kick this shit watch me flick the bic I'm
About to light the gas
Then I'mma cut your hand off and use
That bitch to wipe my ass
I'm vicious, my heart has no malice
Enter militias and my trigger
Finger is so careless
From killin' bastards now all I
Do is swing the hatchet
All hail to prime minister
Definition of sinister
Detrimental to industry
Breaking bad with my chemistry
Trying go out and infamy, fuck with me
Feel my energy
Wicked poetic symphony this is how
Killers meant to be
Boondox and Big Hoodoo no
Remorse and no symphaty
No sympathy, no remorse, cold blooded
Sick with it, this how we do
No soul, my hearts cold (everybody knows we)
Sick with it, this how we do
Am I crazy? Sick with it, this how we do
Am I insane? Sick with it, this how we do
The pain is constant and sharp
And this confession? It means nothing
The ring around sinking
Coming clean like it used to
Permament reminder that I got
Couple screws loose
Same with the bathub, same stained hands
Drops on the counter top of insane man
Thoughts of the flashback
Remembering the first time
That I realized I was evil of the worst kind
Covered toe to head in somebody else's life
And laughing when I lost it
Lickin plasma from a knife
Staring at the wind
Chippin' down from a slow drip
Lips on the water fountain
Startin' with a slow sip
And end it with the crazy
Mixed pleasure with your shame
A little bit of pain from
The liquid that I drain
Why did I do it? Was it worth the affliction
And why did I let to
It to become my addiction
The body in my conscious bearing
Out in the mud a blood thristy killer with a
Real thrist for blood
There is no me, only an entity
Something illusory