Sore Fingers Lyrics

Not spun but I'm fucking spinning

Thinking that I'm winning

But I'm feening for a bitter end to this fucking life

Fuck the reaper take the scythe

I know I can't be right

If I'm happy I'm not me

Carbine C suffers to be the artist I crave to be

Have you fuckers see

Believing in something greater

But I have to give up sooner or later

Tired of all this work no pay

Tired of work all fucking day

Seemingly hopeless mind

Wasting time spending dimes and add on to the lies

Wish I could cry but I lay and scratch inside

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Scratch inside hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Scratch inside hollow body sore fingers

Scratch inside hollow body sore fingers

Astral projecting away but a smell lingers

Rotting flesh creeps into my brain

Visions of me flying like I'm dying

Meeting beings that sculpted my shape

As my earth body goes to waste

Fuck my fate

Fuck a trophy

Just need a grave cozy

Mostly just want a little piece of mind

Some sanity some answers

Why there ain't no cure to cancer

This ain't no slander

I won't flatter another façade

Picking short straws

So look at me with awe

Paint me as a martyr

Don't give a fuck just think harder

Make the short end of the stick sharper

Don't take a barter

Fuck them with that stick harder

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Scratch inside hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Scratch inside hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow body sore fingers

Hollow hollow