Murphy Was An Optimist

Light that fuse, back up three steps and bite down on that bullet
You’ve been doing this way too long and it can’t be fixed
Don’t worry it can’t be fixed so pull up that chair and suck down that trouble
Misery is the fuel that keeps this broken down, lifeless instrument running
I’m sinking in cursory and I’m sinking headfirst
Clear your dusty throat and taste that stiletto
Can you taste that metal?
Don’t worry it can’t be fixed
Don’t worry it can’t be fixed so don’t worry
Light that fuse, back up three steps and sink without trace
Hold me down till I stop crying
I don’t want to feel this anymore
Hold you down cause you’re not trying
I don’t want to feel this anymore
I don’t want to kill you anymore
Is this what you were designed for?
Did you think you had it coming? Hell follows with you