Woorden: The Used. Artwork. Come Undone.

Opened up my failure when you refused to go insane
I felt you get excited when I whispered all the things you love to hate
Like you're the one who kills, could kill me with a drug, your weapon
Let's pretend there's nothing wrong with my direction

Hate me, I'll be your, your loaded gun
Burn me, waiting to come undone
I'll set it up inside you to watch you burn
Hate me, I'll be the, I'll be the end that you deserve

Open lacerations, a slower cut to feel your pain
Heat the blood to boiling as it passes from your lips into your brain
'Cause you're the one who kills, could kill me with a drug, your weapon
Let's pretend that I'm not dead, it's in your head

Hate me, I'll be your, your loaded gun
Burn me, waiting to come undone
I'll set it up inside you to watch you burn
Hate me, I'll be the, I'll be the end that you deserve
I'll be the end that you deserve

I can turn you on like fire
Set fire deep inside you
Eat you alive and watch you
Come and let me up the sonisphere

I'll be your, I'll be your, I'll be your
I'll be the end that you deserve
I'll be the end that you deserve

Hate me, I'll be your, your loaded gun
Burn me, waiting to come undone
I'll set it up inside you to watch you burn
Hate me, I'll be the, I'll be the end that you deserve
I'll be the end that you deserve