(Intro)

We've got confessions undiscussed, puddles of blood and guts.
Nothing but love and lust. We suffer because we want to.
Knuckles in rubber-gloves to never stain the skin.
Pictures we painted sit on the wall though every frame is bent.
She's sick of being sober, while SHE just got her fix.
Nose up against the wooden table, clogging up her nostrils and I'm saying, "can you save a bit?
Enough to fade me quick."
Plastic straws and tin foil to burn these capsules on.
It's fashion for the broken, jaded, tinted and choking.
Barely breathing, oxygen tank, sitting sick and so hopeless.
That's us. Gathering to share our sorrow.
Pity-party hard knowing that we'll care tomorrow
And the day after. Ever will it end?
Instead of being dead as we began with only self to be a friend.
But, mirrors give reflections that are grim.
It's sexy and poetic how we settle in the sin.

Sometimes we need that place to move on,
'cause the dark is the heart of everything you know.
I took a shot of reality and I'm punch-drunk.
Reminiscing on the ghost of what I once was.
They see through and I'm fine with that, it's all good.
They see through and I'm fine with that, it's all good.
I learned to love the things that hate me,
though I never let them break me, in the face of all the demons that I thought would.

That hole's deep.
But, I put my foot in it - sunk in, but I've been this low before.
Cheap wine and cigarettes with those creeps.
One room full of dirt and filth. Can't undo when murder kills every bit of soul that's earned.
It's real. No fairytale for sure.
The chapter doesn't end. It extends to a new extent.
You walk the path of someone else's if the shoes will fit.
And if they don't, then you're still stepping in the root of it.
Ruining your newest kicks. Soon you'll be consumed in it.
Sleep with a crucifix. Tell a lie, tell a wish.
Pray to feel security. Never liked emptiness.
He's getting used to it. Meant to die or meant to live
to see the day he loses life is a confusing trick.
But, day by day, he paves the way.
Stays the same even though he vowed to make a change.
From the ink of the pen to the ink in his skin:
embracing what made him today as friend because...

(Hook)

They see through and I'm fine with that, it's all good.
They see through and I'm fine with that, it's all good.
I learned to love the things that hate me,
though I never let them break me, in the face of all the demons that I thought would.

(Hook)