The Widowmaker Lyrics

I am disease

I am cancer

I am the Widowmaker

I wish the needle would've skipped

that blessed stretch of skin

Between your shoulder and your wrist

But it didn't

You've got the grooves to prove it

It's recorded evidence

Played loudly for the audience

So full of disappointment

I am loss without an answer

I am the Widowmaker

I know just what you want me to be

A cowcatcher to find some relief

Push all of your problems away

So you don't have to feel a fucking thing

But I am the engine that burns

And I am the steel of the tracks

The wheels that cut through time

You use me but I break your back

Lifting such a burden

More fuel for the fire

Consequence a warning

Bending to get higher

I am addiction as clean as ever

I am the Widowmaker

I am the steel and the powder

I am the gun, I am anger

I am the Widowmaker

I am the Widowmaker