Letra de Strain

[Pre Coro]
Fickle father, foolish son
We pray for pain, we pray for blood
I hope I die, I hope I'm high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky
I hope your body heals itself
I hope that God forgives himself
I hope I die, I hope I'm high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky

[Coro]
They say that I will live, will die
They say as well, I'll burn in hell
So get your jacket
Exactly where you left it
Dear, I know you think it's clear
I am the problem, everybody saw in there, alone
Eating alone

[Pre Coro]
Fickle father, foolish son
We pray for pain, we pray for blood
I hope I die, I hope I'm high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky
I hope your body heals itself
I hope that God forgives himself
I hope I die, I hope I'm high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky

[Coro]
They say that I will live, will die
They say as well, I'll burn in hell
So get your jacket
Exactly where you left it
Dear, I know you think it's clear
I am the problem, everybody saw in there, alone
Eating alone

Whoa-ooh oh, whoa-ooh, whoa-ooh oh, whoa-ooh (x7)

[Conclusi�n]
"I hear you're seeking an attorney and, go through the legal system to do what you need to do, and, and get out of this forever, to solve our problems. You got that?"