Mercenary

I'm just a hired gun
 I'm just a hired gun
 You could die right now
 In my arms, now
 In my arms, now
 You don't know how to feel it
 With your hopes and dreams
 Slit like wrists
 Gimme some, gimme some
 You gotta gimme some
 Gimme some, gimme some
 Gimme some, gimme some
 You gotta gimme some
 Gimme some, gimme some
 Take my self-hatred
 And use it on you
 Take my self-hatred
 And use it on you
 You don't know how to fake it
 You could die right now
 In my arms, now
 In my arms, now
 Did you walk away
 And feel nothing?
 Take my self-hatred
 And use it on you
 Take my self-hatred
 And use it on you
 I'm just a hired gun
 I'm just a hired gun
 Sell (my soul)
 To know (myself)
 Feel (my heart)
 Expand (we run)
 Out of control
 Out of control
 Gimme some, gimme some
 You gotta gimme some
 Gimme some, gimme some
 Take my self-hatred
 And use it on you
 Take my self-hatred
 And use it on you
 Take my self-hatred
 And use it on you
 Take my self-hatred
 And use it on you