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Dead Dogs Video (MV)




Performed By: Weeping Wound
Length: 4:30
Written by: Patrick Dowling IV




Weeping Wound - Dead Dogs Lyrics




TOO DRUNK TO CONSENT
I was too drunk to consent
Andyouf*ckedmeanyways

Mouth sewn shut
Mumbled that I f*cked up
But now it's a joke more than it ever was a crutch

I wanted revenge for being made a cuck

Why can't I speak up?
Instead
I self-destruct
Incoherent and shaking
Praying...
Don't touch me

GOD NO NEVER AGAIN

Spilling words like drinks
I can't handle the weight
I feel the twist - the cuts on my feet
Bleeding out everyone sees
I'll be whatever they need
THE AGONY AND SHAME
WHATEVER MAMA NEEDS

F*cked 'til I bleed
Or cum

What's the difference?
They're tethered to the mindset of a
DEAD
MAN
And everbody else is numb to the question

"Am I too f*cked in the head, to forgive - forget?"

Didn't want it
Didn't need it
And it leaves me repeating
Didn't want it but maybe I deserved it...

DEATH

Forever consumed
In blacked-out memories
Woke to see me in the mouth of the enemy
Swallowing all of my worth
D I R T
A tattered empty canvas
D I R T
Now a slave to a sexual vice I didn't get to choose

I NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE

Bottle in a cradle
Child in a grave
I killed the son in your name
I still take the blame
I always take the blame

And it leaves me repeating
That I'm disgusting; wrong
But

The f*ck you 'gonna tell your parents
When they find out you killed me?

23
I couldn't forgive you
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TOO DRUNK TO CONSENT
I was too drunk to consent
Andyouf*ckedmeanyways

Mouth sewn shut
Mumbled that I f*cked up
But now it's a joke more than it ever was a crutch

I wanted revenge for being made a cuck

Why can't I speak up?
Instead
I self-destruct
Incoherent and shaking
Praying...
Don't touch me

GOD NO NEVER AGAIN

Spilling words like drinks
I can't handle the weight
I feel the twist - the cuts on my feet
Bleeding out everyone sees
I'll be whatever they need
THE AGONY AND SHAME
WHATEVER MAMA NEEDS

F*cked 'til I bleed
Or cum

What's the difference?
They're tethered to the mindset of a
DEAD
MAN
And everbody else is numb to the question

"Am I too f*cked in the head, to forgive - forget?"

Didn't want it
Didn't need it
And it leaves me repeating
Didn't want it but maybe I deserved it...

DEATH

Forever consumed
In blacked-out memories
Woke to see me in the mouth of the enemy
Swallowing all of my worth
D I R T
A tattered empty canvas
D I R T
Now a slave to a sexual vice I didn't get to choose

I NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE

Bottle in a cradle
Child in a grave
I killed the son in your name
I still take the blame
I always take the blame

And it leaves me repeating
That I'm disgusting; wrong
But

The f*ck you 'gonna tell your parents
When they find out you killed me?

23
I couldn't forgive you
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Writer: Patrick Dowling IV
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