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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beth Blade and the Beautiful Disasters
Beth Blade and the Beautiful Disasters
Performer
Samuel Brain
Samuel Brain
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beth Blade and the Beautiful Disasters
Beth Blade and the Beautiful Disasters
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Brine
Nick Brine
Producer

Lyrics

Being eaten from the inside,
By unrelenting disease,
Until now all he's suffered,
Is mediocrity,
Your pride was your weakness,
No power was ever enough,
You weren't able to eat your pain,
And send it out as love,
So Instead you choked it down,
And all you have on your hands is death,
Can you taste the lies on your tongue,
Betraying your blood with your own breath,
Look what you've done,
Was it worth it?
Does it hurt yet?
Every dollar you made dug your grave,
Look at your scars,
Your battle wounds,
Their broken bones,
And in the end you're all alone,
She's got dust and dirt,
On her Louboutin heels,
The soles are red,
Just like the blood she's spilled,
You've got your eyes closed in the face
Of the devastation you've caused,
Did you ever think,
Did you ever fear,
That you'd take it too far?
So Instead you numbed the pain,
Ran away just to feel the needle prick,
When you feel it pump through your veins,
Does what you're doing make you sick?
Look what you've done,
Was it worth it?
Does it hurt yet?
Ever dollar you made dug your grave,
Look at your scars,
Your battle wounds,
Their broken bones,
And in the end you're all alone,
When you look in the mirror?
Can you live with what you see?
Maybe a bullet,
Is gonna be your only relief?
Look what you've done,
Was it worth it?
Does it hurt yet?
Ever dollar you made dug your grave,
Look at your scars,
Your battle wounds,
Their broken bones,
And in the end you're all alone,
You're all alone,
You're all alone,
Written by: Beth Blade and the Beautiful Disasters
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