Enemy John, he'll start the bleeding
When nothing is wrong, he'll pick any other evening
He knows what I'm on, he knows how to stop it
He's coming alive, and it boils me to bleed it
Hate can be defeating, it's best for me to talk it out
But better for his plans and ideas
He's drinking my tears
And he knows when I can't
Dig out from under rubble
He blew up here
Enemy John makes me believe it
Nothing is wrong, but I hang on every word of his
Just carry along, but I can't delete it
He's coming alive, and he boils me to bleed it
Hatred is depleting, I try so hard to talk it out
But he prefers I suffer alone
Obliterate home
I'm scrapped to the chrome
Of all my inner workings
He blew up here
I just want my pieces left to play
I just want my pieces left to play (Enemy John)
I just want my pieces left to play (Enemy John)
I just want my pieces left to play
I just want my pieces left to play (Enemy John)
I suffer alone
Obliterate home
I'm scrapped to the chrome
Of all my inner workings
He blew up here
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