: [Instrumental]
: Now you can feel free to hate me for this. Your type of beauty is born to fade, one of lust and of shame. My empathy has breeded in my contempt, but
: Where do we go from failure? There's no way but up from here. Your morals can't help me now. This time, there's no room for dissonance. Why do we ask
: The ties that bind can gag and I'm bound by boundless insignificance. Set yourself on fire if you can't feel this burn. Did you run out of ink so soon
: I've built walls around me. I've surrounded myself with everything that's gotten me here. But I'm tired of apologizing, and I'm tired of running from
: Fuck you. I want to know how it feels that I'm the best you could ever have, So tell me when you lose your nerve. So what'd you go looking for and
: Picture a parade of mannequins: ivory white. Straight black ties to harden crooked spines: single file. Holes for eyes as useless as 2000 yrs of evolution
: I guess I never told you: I was never one to go backwards, and your words are just words. I'm afraid to die in Staten Island, I can't lie to you. But
: I have gained the ultimate knowledge I have gained the ultimate knowledge I have gained the ultimate knowledge (ultimate knowledge, ultimate knowledge
: You made a list today of all the things I could never be and you said "Try living with this, its all yours, its all yours." Please don't make this
: I heard that danger comes from high above. We heard the deafening sound of hate and love. I heard that trouble comes from deep within. We only heard
: In the blowing, wheels are turning trying to get to, where I'm going in this road, I find no reason only feet, find a path. In the field in all the
The ties that bind can gag and I'm bound by boundless insignificance. Set yourself on fire if you can't feel this burn. Did you run out of ink so soon
Where do we go from failure? There's no way but up from here. Your morals can't help me now. This time, there's no room for dissonance. Why do we ask
Fuck you. I want to know how it feels that I'm the best you could ever have, so tell me when you lose your nerve. So what'd you go looking for and why
I guess I never told you: I was never one to go backwards, and your words are just words. I'm afraid to die in Statan Island, I can't lie to you. But
Picture a parade of mannequins: ivory white. Straight black ties to harden crooked spines: single file. Holes for eyes as useless as 2000 yrs of evolution