Fuck you Paul I don't need your virgins, oh wait that's a lie cause I hate myself. I don't need you anyway, I can fuck her any day. Cause you, and me, have nothing left. Why's everybody so out of breath? You will be the death of me, it's too bad you'll never see.
Slip away and bite me again, I can't escape, the voices in my head.
Crawling in ad leaving them, you better run, they've all got guns.
Faked my life and I'll fake my death, this isn't me, I'm not happy.
Maybe you'll understand when I'm dead, day after day, it all feels the same.
Fuck you Paul I don't need your virgins, oh wait that's a lie cause I hate myself. Keep those thoughts locked in the attic, feel them bring me closer to death. See her coming down the stairs for me, blood runs down her satan dress. Drive this spike straight through her heart, now she's dead and I'm alone.
Slip away and bite me again, I can't escape, the voices in my head.
Crawling in ad leaving them, you better run, they've all got guns.
Faked my life and I'll fake my death, this isn't me, I'm not happy.
Maybe you'll understand when I'm dead, day after day, it all feels the same.
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