| Song | Same Solution |
| Artist | Nothingface |
| Album | Violence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Before this starts | |
| I just want to tell you | |
| That you could fuck us | |
| Love me, so | |
| I can relax | |
| So I can aim straight | |
| So I can do right for us | |
| I know you're inside | |
| I know you're cold | |
| I know you're saddened by the loss of those | |
| They really loved you | |
| And now you're cold | |
| I'm sorry that you're next, so go | |
| Who's next? | |
| All rightWith the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
| Screaming, all right | |
| In the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
| Hanging, all right | |
| On a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
| Who's next? | |
| All rightIt's everybody's time to die | |
| My mind does this | |
| I can't stop the rage inside | |
| My hands again | |
| Hate me, so | |
| I can relax | |
| So I can kill you | |
| So I can do right for us | |
| No more pretending | |
| Were all alone | |
| I want to hear just why you left us all | |
| We really loved you | |
| But now we're cold | |
| I'm sorry that you're next to go | |
| Who's next? | |
| All rightWith the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
| Screaming, all right | |
| In the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
| Hanging, all right | |
| On a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
| Who's next? | |
| All rightIt's everybody's time to die | |
| Yeah, fuck, you'll die you fucking bitch | |
| I, well, I can't deny | |
| Forensic lies | |
| Or hateful sighs | |
| I, well, I can't deny | |
| Forensic lies | |
| Or hateful sighs | |
| I'll wait for you | |
| I'll wait for you | |
| I'm glad you know | |
| I cannot take this anymore | |
| You’ve pushed me to the limits | |
| You sold us this before | |
| But I still know | |
| We'll find the right one to fight with us now | |
| And I know that you're set on us | |
| You're set on us, you're set on us |
| Before this starts | |
| I just want to tell you | |
| That you could fuck us | |
| Love me, so | |
| I can relax | |
| So I can aim straight | |
| So I can do right for us | |
| I know you' re inside | |
| I know you' re cold | |
| I know you' re saddened by the loss of those | |
| They really loved you | |
| And now you' re cold | |
| I' m sorry that you' re next, so go | |
| Who' s next? | |
| All rightWith the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
| Screaming, all right | |
| In the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
| Hanging, all right | |
| On a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
| Who' s next? | |
| All rightIt' s everybody' s time to die | |
| My mind does this | |
| I can' t stop the rage inside | |
| My hands again | |
| Hate me, so | |
| I can relax | |
| So I can kill you | |
| So I can do right for us | |
| No more pretending | |
| Were all alone | |
| I want to hear just why you left us all | |
| We really loved you | |
| But now we' re cold | |
| I' m sorry that you' re next to go | |
| Who' s next? | |
| All rightWith the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
| Screaming, all right | |
| In the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
| Hanging, all right | |
| On a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
| Who' s next? | |
| All rightIt' s everybody' s time to die | |
| Yeah, fuck, you' ll die you fucking bitch | |
| I, well, I can' t deny | |
| Forensic lies | |
| Or hateful sighs | |
| I, well, I can' t deny | |
| Forensic lies | |
| Or hateful sighs | |
| I' ll wait for you | |
| I' ll wait for you | |
| I' m glad you know | |
| I cannot take this anymore | |
| You' ve pushed me to the limits | |
| You sold us this before | |
| But I still know | |
| We' ll find the right one to fight with us now | |
| And I know that you' re set on us | |
| You' re set on us, you' re set on us |
| Before this starts | |
| I just want to tell you | |
| That you could fuck us | |
| Love me, so | |
| I can relax | |
| So I can aim straight | |
| So I can do right for us | |
| I know you' re inside | |
| I know you' re cold | |
| I know you' re saddened by the loss of those | |
| They really loved you | |
| And now you' re cold | |
| I' m sorry that you' re next, so go | |
| Who' s next? | |
| All rightWith the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
| Screaming, all right | |
| In the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
| Hanging, all right | |
| On a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
| Who' s next? | |
| All rightIt' s everybody' s time to die | |
| My mind does this | |
| I can' t stop the rage inside | |
| My hands again | |
| Hate me, so | |
| I can relax | |
| So I can kill you | |
| So I can do right for us | |
| No more pretending | |
| Were all alone | |
| I want to hear just why you left us all | |
| We really loved you | |
| But now we' re cold | |
| I' m sorry that you' re next to go | |
| Who' s next? | |
| All rightWith the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
| Screaming, all right | |
| In the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
| Hanging, all right | |
| On a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
| Who' s next? | |
| All rightIt' s everybody' s time to die | |
| Yeah, fuck, you' ll die you fucking bitch | |
| I, well, I can' t deny | |
| Forensic lies | |
| Or hateful sighs | |
| I, well, I can' t deny | |
| Forensic lies | |
| Or hateful sighs | |
| I' ll wait for you | |
| I' ll wait for you | |
| I' m glad you know | |
| I cannot take this anymore | |
| You' ve pushed me to the limits | |
| You sold us this before | |
| But I still know | |
| We' ll find the right one to fight with us now | |
| And I know that you' re set on us | |
| You' re set on us, you' re set on us |