100 gecs, Laura Les, Dylan Brady - hand crushed by a mallet

I was trying to find a way to kill time I didn't even get to tell you goodbye I was trying to find a way to kill time Now you're gone, and I can't ever say goodbye This feeling's going to my head I'm thinking things I shouldn't say You circled me inside my room I couldn't go another day This feeling's going to my head I'm thinking things I shouldn't say You circled me inside my room I couldn't go, go, go, go Oh my God, what the fuck Take my hand, crush it up Spill the blood on the floor I ain't scared, think there's more What the fuck, make it stop Took too long, here right now On the floor, in the yard Smoking cigs in the bar I don't want you to think I got bad intentions Never wanted you inside You made it your mission, yeah (yeah) Didn't wanna hurt no one (no one) But you just went and made it fun, fun, fun, fun Hear you're lookin' for a way to fight the Corpus bride She's workin' in my mind And you're lookin' for a way to crush, it's not enough You fucked up your last try, last try We were in the studio I was just playin' You were all work and I was all play and You were talkin' business Aiming with your weapon I was on your hit list I felt the compression I'll never go I'll haunt your studio You won't think of words When you write it up You'll just hear Me singing this song You'll think that's okay You'll just sing along You just copy everything we do If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too You just copy everything we do If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too