Your ghosts appear...
And swiftly fade away..
I owe you nothing..
Nothing but contempt
Now I go every day, carving more and deeper s***e, in my soul, (when I realise that )what we meant to do, never counts enough, never counts enough! I'd f****** die for this! But it never meant a s*** to you! What we pretend to do never counts enough never counts enough
I'd f****** die for this!
I owe you nothing but contempt
Nothing but a w****, you're selling yourself short! Naked, sore and cold, too jaded to ever f****** care, to hell with you...On bended knees worship all their idle schemes, cover up the truth, you just look the other way, I'm f****** tired of you! f****** tired of you!
I'd f****** die for this!
I owe you nothing but contempt
The s***e between your words defines your deepest fear. I rip it from your cold dead hands!
Beneath the pose, beneath the grace, I see your rotting core: that glorious history, a tale of scars and horror
And swiftly fade away..
I owe you nothing..
Nothing but contempt
Now I go every day, carving more and deeper s***e, in my soul, (when I realise that )what we meant to do, never counts enough, never counts enough! I'd f****** die for this! But it never meant a s*** to you! What we pretend to do never counts enough never counts enough
I'd f****** die for this!
I owe you nothing but contempt
Nothing but a w****, you're selling yourself short! Naked, sore and cold, too jaded to ever f****** care, to hell with you...On bended knees worship all their idle schemes, cover up the truth, you just look the other way, I'm f****** tired of you! f****** tired of you!
I'd f****** die for this!
I owe you nothing but contempt
The s***e between your words defines your deepest fear. I rip it from your cold dead hands!
Beneath the pose, beneath the grace, I see your rotting core: that glorious history, a tale of scars and horror