"MESS" lyrics

I came to make a mess
Cardiac arrest
Starting to feel this shit in my chest
I came to make a mess
Cardiac arrest
Starting to feel this shit in my chest

I came to make them bleed
I came to make them lie down on the fucking floor right now and weep
I hate when I don't sew 'em up correctly and they seep
If you take a hit of this, your heart will start to match this beat
Life's too fucking short, you may as well just come and see
Can't help but I often leave the impression I'm a tweak
Send some money out the country, money we don't need
Wear a three-piece suit and down more liquor on the beach
Kill some kids for your financial foreign policy

I came to make a mess
Cardiac arrest
Starting to feel this shit in my chest