Self Employed Chemist

It's like you know the words but you can't hear the music

You've lived a lie for so long, now you believe it

You're shotting silver bullets and taking magic pills

I'm asking you do you know a way to delete my conscience?

Don't put your ear to the floor to hear the sound of the future

Your's is a history. Shaped by disaster

We're coming back for you, you better brace yourself

I'm telling you, we're coming back

To collect that killer who killed me and threw me away

Am I holding you up or are you holding me down?

We make the same mistakes, we always count them

I want to fail you so badly

I'm telling you, we're coming back to collect that killer

What if I have to lost? What if I have to suffer?

So what if I have to lose? So what if I have to suffer?