Born to Die
Let me strip my head
Numb it out into a sacred layer
Theres the living jail
With the ashes of my own hair
Talk about angel loss
Mystics told his soul is fully gloved
Well, here we go
The only hope thats left is in our home
If theyre born to die
They shouldnt count with the way of their hands
Trust your bloody hands
Dont leave him mad cause youre next in line
If they follow you
Just tell em one was dead and Ill be sold
Leave your soul in this
If all else fails just leave with a kiss
Numb it out into a sacred layer
Theres the living jail
With the ashes of my own hair
Talk about angel loss
Mystics told his soul is fully gloved
Well, here we go
The only hope thats left is in our home
If theyre born to die
They shouldnt count with the way of their hands
Trust your bloody hands
Dont leave him mad cause youre next in line
If they follow you
Just tell em one was dead and Ill be sold
Leave your soul in this
If all else fails just leave with a kiss
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Writer(s): Jason David Ingram, Jeffrey Stephen Norman
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