The Truly Dangerous Nature Of A Man Who Doesn't Care If He Lives Or Dies

I'd rather be your coffin
 than your pillow
 because we press through flesh
 we break the skin.
 we push back through the skin.
 we chew through what we're in.
 we'll tear this place apart
 we'll piss inside your heart.
 we'll hit you where you live.
 we'll get under the skin
 we'll tear this place apart,
 we'll piss inside your heart.
 we'll push, we'll shove,
 put smokes out on your rug
 we hit you where you live.
 we live under the skin.
 once in 40 seconds.
 done in 45.
 this is what we're reduced to
 just to stay alive.
 tonight we're coming back
 and we don't care who we hurt.
 we'll shovel by the mouthful
 till they're covered up with dirt.
 this is where we live.
 our favorite place to bleed.
 stitched in any closer
 we'd be sewed into the sleeve.
 still stuck to the skin.
 same place that we're in.
 i'm the guy who lives next door
 lines up cans and shoots at the floor.
 pictures of guns and girls under the bed.
 we don't care because, baby, we're all dead.
 baby, we're all still stuck to the skin.
 same place that we're in