I’ve got a mouth full of roses that cover the cuts
There’s thorns in my cheeks where the skin turned [bad word] With lips around flowers are all that you see, I’m dying to spit it out
We’re all dead inside
We’re all dead inside
We’re all dead inside and you know it
We’re painting our faces to try not to show it
Over and over, the work never ends
I’m digging in circles, I break before bend
We don’t remember the lender that sold our soul
We just remember the painter that [bad word] us gold
I’m ripping my hair out to use as a [bad word] I [bad word] out of colors to use as a [bad word] I’m painting a picture with words I can’t say
But look on the inside, we’re all black and gray
We’re all dead inside and you know it
We don’t remember the lender that sold our soul
We just remember the painter that [bad word] us gold
We don’t remember
We don’t remember
I’ve been searching my whole life for something with meaning
But all I found was bleeding, all I found was bleeding
I’ve been looking my whole life for something of worth
But there’s nothing but dirt, nothing but dirt
How can we live when we die every day?
How can we live when we die every day?
How can we live when we die every day?
How can we live when we die every day?
How can we live when we die every day?
How can we live when we die every day? [bad word] it
Yeah
We don’t remember the lender that sold our soul
We just remember the painter that [bad word] us gold