"Killing Fields" lyrics
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't even think you're real
But I know I'm not out here all alone
Is it you or me or someone else
One of us should run for help
'Cause I don't think we'll make it on our own
Welcome to the end of days
Fentanyl and lemonade
Couldn't hurt to try it once or twice
So welcome to the killing fields
Everything is so surreal
But one of us is gonna pay the price
Last call in the house of mirrors
Last chance to see things clearer
I'd love to turn the page
But pain is all the rage
It's just the two of us and no one else
When I see you, I see myself
You make me better, make me worse
Sometimes it cuts, sometimes it hurts
We're not sick but we're not well
We're just toxic twins on a carousel
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't think you'll ever heal
(They haven't found a cure for this)
Manufactured, make-believe
Satisfaction, guaranteed
(No peace, no love, no happiness)
Last call in the house of mirrors
Before the curtains close
It's just the two of us and no one else
When I see you, I see myself
You make me better, make me worse
Sometimes it cuts, sometimes it hurts
We're not sick but we're not well
We're just toxic twins on a carousel
I don't think you'll make it out without me
I don't think you'll make it out without me
It's just the two of us and no one else
When I see you, I see myself
You make me better, make me worse
Sometimes it cuts, sometimes it hurts
We're not sick but we're not well
We're just toxic twins on a carousel
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't even think you're real
But I know I'm not out here all alone
(We're not sick but we're not well)
Welcome to the end of days
Fentanyl and lemonade
Couldn't hurt to try it on our own
(Toxic twins on a carousel)
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't even think you're real
But I know I'm not out here all alone
(We're not sick but we're not well)
Welcome to the end of days
Fentanyl and lemonade
Couldn't hurt to try it on our own
(Toxic twins on a carousel)
Toxic twins on a carousel
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't even think you're real
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't even think you're real
I don't even think you're real
But I know I'm not out here all alone
Is it you or me or someone else
One of us should run for help
'Cause I don't think we'll make it on our own
Welcome to the end of days
Fentanyl and lemonade
Couldn't hurt to try it once or twice
So welcome to the killing fields
Everything is so surreal
But one of us is gonna pay the price
Last call in the house of mirrors
Last chance to see things clearer
I'd love to turn the page
But pain is all the rage
It's just the two of us and no one else
When I see you, I see myself
You make me better, make me worse
Sometimes it cuts, sometimes it hurts
We're not sick but we're not well
We're just toxic twins on a carousel
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't think you'll ever heal
(They haven't found a cure for this)
Manufactured, make-believe
Satisfaction, guaranteed
(No peace, no love, no happiness)
Last call in the house of mirrors
Before the curtains close
It's just the two of us and no one else
When I see you, I see myself
You make me better, make me worse
Sometimes it cuts, sometimes it hurts
We're not sick but we're not well
We're just toxic twins on a carousel
I don't think you'll make it out without me
I don't think you'll make it out without me
It's just the two of us and no one else
When I see you, I see myself
You make me better, make me worse
Sometimes it cuts, sometimes it hurts
We're not sick but we're not well
We're just toxic twins on a carousel
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't even think you're real
But I know I'm not out here all alone
(We're not sick but we're not well)
Welcome to the end of days
Fentanyl and lemonade
Couldn't hurt to try it on our own
(Toxic twins on a carousel)
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't even think you're real
But I know I'm not out here all alone
(We're not sick but we're not well)
Welcome to the end of days
Fentanyl and lemonade
Couldn't hurt to try it on our own
(Toxic twins on a carousel)
Toxic twins on a carousel
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't even think you're real
Welcome to the killing fields
I don't even think you're real
Writer(s): Eric Bass, Brent Smith, Dave Richard Bassett
