Self-Employed Chemist

It's like you know the words you hear the music.
You've lived a lie for so long, now you believe it,
You're shooting silver bullets and taking magic pills.

I'm asking you do you know a way to delete my conscience
Don't put your ear to the floor to hear the sound of the future.
Yours is a history, shaped by disaster
Were coming back for you, you better brace yourself
I'm telling you, were coming back

To collect that killer who killed me and threw me away.
Am I holding you up or you holding me down?

We make the same mistakes, we always count them
I want to fail you so badly.
I'm telling you, were coming back to collect that killer
What if I have to lose? What if I have to suffer?
So what if I have to lose? So what if I have to suffer?