I'm not like you, I can't pretend,
My body won't let me get away with it,
I'm not your friend,
Been trying to make your pieces fit for so long,
You can't even sing your own fucking song.

Keep your fragile fingernails so clean,
As you lick your moldy hands,
Suck the life from everything that breathes,
And you never had a chance.

Focus, focus,
You're dying too slow,
Just play your role.

Flirting with danger in unforgetful times,
We live for these moments, we fall in line with fate.

Keep your fragile fingernails so clean,
As you lick your moldy hands,
Suck the life from everything that breathes,
And you never had a chance.

Focus, focus,
You're dying too slow,
Just play your role.

I'll keep breathing,
Just as though your stench doesn't exist,
Or your lips I never kissed,
Wounds I never licked,
I would've died swinging my fists.


Lyrics submitted by Street Spirit

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