Oh , I think we're back again
Where we left off our sweet little games
I know what you want , to Hurt me again
Throw me down the drain and to cover me with cuts you inflict
You want me to be dressed in pain
But I don't blame you , I blame your guts
To come out here in the open , let's kick some butts
And let me roll one first , got any cigarettes bud ?
Than we'll talk about how much you loath me
And why I think you're even worse than dirt
So take out the old photographs
Wipe and clean , common you fool ,DUST !
Make them shine so that they remind of the time when we were all about love
It makes us smile and makes us giggle you didn't believe but it's a major fiddle lost to the name and the riddles
That walks in the maze and amaze with all that rage it cages in the middle
And all that murderous thoughts provokes the anger that drowns our fears for we are the leaders
Marching forward with coldness that blinds and madness that shines through the eyes of a
killer
And to witness the blood that flows down the streets and make you believe that there is nothing more beautiful than red
Maybe you've lost your soul but you still have your head
So go ahead with your last Breath and paint this town with your cred
And the wounds that were given to you in a disguise never did set and you play with them in your spare time but you're not comfortable yet
And it burns and it turns and you learn form someone that the one you hate lives down the street just at the end
And when you go down and search around the only thing you found was a mirror
you're so stupid , my friend !