Surrounded by four walls, they cave in on you
Spend some
Does it hurt to know that they dont want you,
You despise the things I know
And you think I don't,
Skin like nicotine
She was dressed to kill for me
Flesh cut
(Ready? Now go)
Hate is a gift, its sick and twisted
There's
My disease my sweet infection
Just enough to make you smile
My
You are all part of this now
Someway, somewhere, or somehow
Your
(And now, for my next number, I'd like to return
Sometimes when you lose your head
When you get upset, we're
If I hired you out and put your soul on
Does it upset you, to see where I lay
And tell
(Try not to panic, try not to panic)
Born and
Like the spiders caught in the broken wings of butterflies
Am
I dislike your cool
And I dont think much of you
Faith full of holes
And Empty Promises
Are all that
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