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[verse 1]
I broke my promise to myself
God wrote me off, sent me to hell
But I wasn't cut out for manual labour
Then Satan let me out on good behaviour
Convinced myself that I forgave me
Ushered in a temporary haven
But then I forsook utopia
Do me a favour and pass the rope, would ya?
[pre-chorus 1]
Think we're past my use by date
Blink, I'll tie the noose and pray
You're tuning in, I'm cutting off
[chorus]
Call me a chainsaw cynic
Logging all convictions
'Cause I shirk my crosses
Thought I'd cut my losses
But conscience is a cross of its own
And guilt elbows its way to the throne
[verse 2]
Told myself I found redemption
Built a refuge in pretension
But the walls caved in and crumbled
Now I'm drowning in the rubble
Guess I missed my saving grace
So I'll take the rope and find my place
[pre-chorus 2]
Guess I’ve reached my expiration
Close my eyes, embrace damnation
You’re dialling in, I’m fading out
[chorus]
Call me a chainsaw cynic
Logging all convictions
'Cause I shirk my crosses
Thought I'd cut my losses
But conscience is a cross of its own
And guilt elbows its way to the throne
[bridge / breakdown]
Held hostage by conscience
Lose myself in phantoms
Drowning in fiction
Await crucifixion
Cross my heart and crucify me
[chorus]
Call me a chainsaw cynic
Logging all convictions
'Cause I shirk my crosses
Thought I'd cut my losses
But conscience is a cross of its own
And guilt elbows its way to the throne