Glass cuts deep
Heartless revolutions you lead the way, silenced by poisonous words I refuse to play. The games you set up will lead towards my breakdown, what do you expect from me, to worship your ground!? Just because you walk on it, does it make it special, or contagious like a disease or superficial like you?
But really it won't be hard for me to cut you out, it's girls like you that cause pain that I can do without. To say you deserve the worst is an understatement. If evil eyes could burn, I'd be ashes but instead your sweet innocent eyes deceive us all. What you call shame is the biggest patch in your sick name.
Hand written passages, I aim for your soul, countless chances you've failed them all. The petals fall in love and lust, when I think of you I feel disgust. Now go! Leave me and be on your way, ignite the flame and disfigure your face.
I'll cast the first stone 'cause compared to you I'm perfect. I'm aiming at your pretty face, I hope I don't break something. "Rock bottom" is a term that's used way to often but blood on the concrete is'nt far from the truth. When you're around I feel teeth grinding through my skull, broken records are a blessing.
This is our anthem as long as you're crying I'll be singing it (Ha-ha) as long as you're crying I'll be singing it (and you won't forget the things you've put me through.) When you're dying I'll keep singing it (my revulsion breaks the bands of death)
But really it won't be hard for me to cut you out, it's girls like you that cause pain that I can do without. To say you deserve the worst is an understatement. If evil eyes could burn, I'd be ashes but instead your sweet innocent eyes deceive us all. What you call shame is the biggest patch in your sick name.
Hand written passages, I aim for your soul, countless chances you've failed them all. The petals fall in love and lust, when I think of you I feel disgust. Now go! Leave me and be on your way, ignite the flame and disfigure your face.
I'll cast the first stone 'cause compared to you I'm perfect. I'm aiming at your pretty face, I hope I don't break something. "Rock bottom" is a term that's used way to often but blood on the concrete is'nt far from the truth. When you're around I feel teeth grinding through my skull, broken records are a blessing.
This is our anthem as long as you're crying I'll be singing it (Ha-ha) as long as you're crying I'll be singing it (and you won't forget the things you've put me through.) When you're dying I'll keep singing it (my revulsion breaks the bands of death)


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