Self-serving relapse, risk over reward
Angel in the thornbush, she don't want a setback
No solace in your life
It's a razor in your hand

Goddamn, blood-soaked fortitude
You're fading with substance and inside a grandiose myth

Insist the solace won't kill you, it's sobering
And so it seems we’re moving so far away
From thoughts of redemption and choking
On words that just fall apart

So replace the blood in your veins
We’ve run dry of this poison
Fuck

Favor no solution, aim for the same conclusion
Jealous of the dead all for a poetic end

I don't need a reason, I don't want to hear it
Just shut your eyes
Lay down with the recourse, bleeding out is my choice
I don't need a reason I don't want to hear it
Lay down with the recourse, bleeding out is my choice
Strutting down the razor's edge, don't lose your balance
That's pretty sassy