Tekst piosenki
We’ve got confessions undiscussed, puddles of blood and guts
Nothing but love and lust. We suffer because we want to
Knuckles in rubber-gloves to never stain the skin
Pictures we painted sit on the wall though every frame is bent
She’s sick of being sober, while SHE just got her fix
Nose up against the wooden table, clogging up her nostrils and I’m saying, „can you save a bit?
Enough to fade me quick.”
Plastic straws and tin foil to burn these capsules on
It’s fashion for the broken, jaded, tinted and choking
Barely breathing, oxygen tank, sitting sick and so hopeless
That’s us. Gathering to share our sorrow
Pity-party hard knowing that we’ll care tomorrow
And the day after. Ever will it end?
Instead of being dead as we began with only self to be a friend
But, mirrors give reflections that are grim
It’s sexy and poetic how we settle in the sin
Sometimes we need that place to move on
Cause the dark is the heart of everything you know
I took a shot of reality and I’m punch-drunk
Reminiscing on the ghost of what I once was
They see through and I’m fine with that, it’s all good
They see through and I’m fine with that, it’s all good
I learned to love the things that hate me
Though I never let them break me, in the face of all the demons that I thought would
That hole’s deep
But, I put my foot in it – sunk in, but I’ve been this low before
Cheap wine and cigarettes with those creeps
One room full of dirt and filth. Can’t undo when murder kills every bit of soul that’s earned
It’s real. No fairytale for sure
The chapter doesn’t end. It extends to a new extent
You walk the path of someone else’s if the shoes will fit
And if they don’t, then you’re still stepping in the root of it
Ruining your newest kicks. Soon you’ll be consumed in it
Sleep with a crucifix. Tell a lie, tell a wish
Pray to feel security. Never liked emptiness
He’s getting used to it. Meant to die or meant to live
To see the day he loses life is a confusing trick
But, day by day, he paves the way
Stays the same even though he vowed to make a change
From the ink of the pen to the ink in his skin:
Embracing what made him today as friend because…
(Hook)
They see through and I’m fine with that, it’s all good
They see through and I’m fine with that, it’s all good
I learned to love the things that hate me
Though I never let them break me, in the face of all the demons that I thought would
(Hook)
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