I got a mangled memory for pain. Jesus, like me. My brain, lock it up like a headcase

Laid out with a shimmy shake, shit weighing me down

Half in the bag, I’m ready so let’s go then. Makin’ threats that lead to nothing till it means the same, I murder me

Stay down, make em’ wonder what these leeches mean when they sucking at my face

Meet me outside, meet me outside for that tune that sweet chin blood taste

That murder music, that murder music x2

Back and forth with it x2

Dementors kiss or full pin, back and forth with it, back and forth with it

Dementors kiss or full pin, back and forth it, bruised up and now I’m pissed

Fat lip busted cold and rustic I’m Rust Cohle in Azkaban, ask him, man I’m askin’ .....are you hearing any of that tune? Are you hearing any of that sweet chin blood taste ....that murder music, I barely use it, that murder music I barely use it

That murder music, sound like nothing it’s a scam. I barely use it

That murder music, I’d barely miss a thing I rarely use it. x2

That murder music, back and forth with it…..