How does it feel to be dragged...under this pickuptruck where your heart has bled? I'd love to say that I hate you,and I can't forget the feeling in my head whenThese miles behind us are going father,and I seem to forget I'm still breathing.Your sins they scream into my head,and I know this has to endWithout you, without you.How does it feel to be dead?Alone and cold without the one since I went.I'd love to say that I hate you.For the pain you passed away,for the anger cuddling myself to sleep.These miles behind us are going farther,and I seem to forget I'm still breathing.Your sins they scream into my head,and I know this has to endWithout you, without you.I find it in you, it's tearing up my skin,and finding its way to my heart.You should rot like thisYou should rot like this
Lyrics by My American Heart