Blacked Out lyrics
by Whitechapel
[Intro]
I asked God, "Why am I suffering?"
He said, "Welcome to a world where your bank account reigns."
I salute my wasted youth
And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain
[Chorus]
Repetition needs a friend
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands!
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each of your eyes?
Repetition's at its end
How does it feel to receive rather than to send?
Oh, I forgot you don't have a f*cking brain
It was blown out by another man drove insane
[Verse 1]
I can't feel a thing
Emotionlessness never filled me this way
Can this be the rest of my life?
No care, no remorse
Follow me to a cold, numb mind
And live the life of a corpse
I asked God, "When will I get my chance?"
He said, "I don't have an answer, and I don't have a plan."
I salute my wasted youth
And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain