I've died one million times now I'm buried in the pavement.
Lying face down, everything went black before I even closed my eyes
And you will never know what hate is
To feel your insides burn away and want to end your life to numb the [bad word] pain
So let the first snow fall
And bury me under 6 feet of regret
You've got your trophy now leave me to my hate with no regrets
I am the deepest shade of Jaded
This is a love song, a threnody for these years of worthless waste
And now my hatred's all I [bad word] have left
I've never had the words to say, but I can quote them all
I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does
So Morrissey please sing me to sleep
As I live and breathe you have killed me, you have killed me
I'm not your puppet, so cut the strings and free me from your hands
Get [bad word] over me
My [bad word] pain is my paycheck
This is where it all begins
Two EP's and a full length later and I still can't let go of you
Precision with incision is a tedious remark
With all the visions of submission of the fibers in your heart
Penetration validation for as sick as it may seem
Is all a morbid demonstration of what helps me to sleep [bad word] your pretty face
I'm not your puppet.