Текст песни Lore - Unprocessed

This time I'm serious 'bout the matter
'Cause I'm feeling suicidal
It's time to take the drink, and bleed it out 'cause I'm your idol
We'll all be free from sin and pain
As death comes still and tidal
And if I catch you running, you will see the worst in me
You will see the worst in me

The years have passed, and you've been following me like the sheep
And if they take me, I need your restless souls to bleed
I, I'm begging for salvation
The pill is hard to swallow, but at least it's served on gold

I know the pill is hard to swallow
But this time will be the last
Just have your loved ones close by
And keep them tight on your side as you watch the last sundown

Your white scarves are crumbling in your anxious hands
Sitting in the summer field as you meet your ends
I've chosen violence today as the only escape
This is the moment I've become my true self
So raise your goddamn glass, and here is to our absence
Aah!