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