Everything I touch turns to ashes
I've stolen, lied, been crucified
Everything I touch turns to ashes
Strait up, mentally unstable
You don’t have to like my life
Everyday that I'm alive
Walking one man genocide
Changed me into this deprived
Strait up, mentally unstable
Love me, hate me, isolate me
You don’t have to like my life
Black belt in corrupt
Everyday that I'm alive
Falls away, it falls away
Chapters in my life define me
Got a tendency to self destruct
Falls away, falls away
Publishers: F F D P MUSIC, FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH
Songwriters: Zoltan Garamszegi, Ivan Lewis Greening
Slips right through my hands
But I don’t regret a thing
Everything I touch turns to ashes
I'm a jinx, a curse, some say the worst
Slips right through my hands
Everything I touch turns to ashes
You don’t understand me
Love me, hate me, isolate me
Falls away, falls away
When your heart is filled with ice
Been called so many fucking things
Slips right through my hands
A switchblade for a tongue
I'm a savage, rabid beast
I'm an egocentric masochist
We live to prove you wrong, it’s easy
Everything I touch turns to ashes
It doesn’t affect me in the least
With a sadist's point of bleak
And you probably never will
A hair trigger temperament
And a soft spot for the filth
Everything I touch turns to ashes