Waking up
I'm dry as fuck
With all my clothes and shoes on
What the hell happened last night?
I found myself in this hotel I can leave
I don't know why I'm here
Faceless men keep the key
The cops, they say I killed my wife
Well these men, they have wrecked my life
Will my daughter remember me?
Fifteen years on, I wake up outside, am I free?
It's been so fucking long, the world's forgotten me
I'm gonna find this guy
Gonna make it worth his life
He'll wish he never fucked with me
I can't believe I could forget
My voyeurism, their incest
To him, worth doing this to me
I've seen some fucked up shit
Things that can't be sung
Just to be sure of this, I'll cut out my tongue
So that the world it can never hear,
The things that i hate and fear
He blew his brains out with a gun
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