Swinging To Pieces (Explicit) - Trash Talk

Written by：Spencer Pol

Every time I start out I run into a wall

Pick up the pieces that fall to the floor

I see mortar I see brick

My fists are skin I long to see through it

So I swing and I swing and I swing and I know

Once I don't have the strength anymore

And I fall to the floor I'm in pieces

Pieces pieces pieces

So I swing and I swing

And I swing and I swing and I know

Once I don't have the strength anymore

And I fall to the floor I'm in pieces

Pieces pieces pieces