Overthought Songtext
von A Karmic Gray
Overthought Songtext
Over thought
Over thought
Over thought
Dead by design
The world in decline
Rage building in my head
Clouding my mind
Wanting to kill
Imposter comes
Now with the bloodlust
Inside of my skull
It′s exploding
To feel the blade against your skin
Will surely not be recompense
To watch you take your last laugh
To the grave
To the grave
Overthought
Homicidal intent takes hold of my mind
Cannot think beside this rage
Want to smash your fucking face into a wall
Bash your skull in with my hands
Nothing more, nothing less
Watch you die
By design you're a fucking waste of life
Aggressive tendencies build up inside
Synapses fire and all I see is blades in my hands
Stabbing and ripping and tearing
Take out your entrails
Skull fuck you all with my cock
Hatred undaunted
Pouring from every ounce of my being
I will the cleansing
Till you fucking die
To feel the blade against your skin
Will surely not be recompense
To watch you take your last laugh
To the grave
To the grave
Overthought
To feel the blade against your skin
Will surely not be recompense
To watch you take your last laugh
To the grave
To the grave
Overthought
Over thought
Over thought
Dead by design
The world in decline
Rage building in my head
Clouding my mind
Wanting to kill
Imposter comes
Now with the bloodlust
Inside of my skull
It′s exploding
To feel the blade against your skin
Will surely not be recompense
To watch you take your last laugh
To the grave
To the grave
Overthought
Homicidal intent takes hold of my mind
Cannot think beside this rage
Want to smash your fucking face into a wall
Bash your skull in with my hands
Nothing more, nothing less
Watch you die
By design you're a fucking waste of life
Aggressive tendencies build up inside
Synapses fire and all I see is blades in my hands
Stabbing and ripping and tearing
Take out your entrails
Skull fuck you all with my cock
Hatred undaunted
Pouring from every ounce of my being
I will the cleansing
Till you fucking die
To feel the blade against your skin
Will surely not be recompense
To watch you take your last laugh
To the grave
To the grave
Overthought
To feel the blade against your skin
Will surely not be recompense
To watch you take your last laugh
To the grave
To the grave
Overthought
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