I've got my new haircut and my cigarettes;
don't want no strings attached; I'm not your marionette.
If only I had the strength to be celibate,
I'd let the medicine take my head.

Call for the nurse, I've been shaking for days;
my life is an instrument of fate;
the ensemble isn't fully arranged
but the overture paints the blue on my veins.

I'M NOT THE KING OF ANYTHING;
I'M A ROGUE, I'M A THIEF, I'M ALRIGHT ON MY OWN.
I'M NOT THE KING OF ANYTHING
BUT AT LEAST I CAN SAY I FUCKED THE PROM QUEEN.

I'm a masochistic self-preservationist.
You won't break these bones the way you ate my soul.
I'm a long-shot statistic.
Yeah, another pessimistic reality for you and your sick, phalic fantasies.
God damn it, am I insane?
Another generation of melted brains
procreating in a fucked up world;
medicated, we'll suffocate together.
It's never safe to stay here for long.

I'M NOT THE KING OF ANYTHING;
I'M A ROGUE, I'M A THIEF, I'M ALRIGHT ON MY OWN.
I'M NOT THE KING OF ANYTHING
BUT AT LEAST I CAN SAY I FUCKED THE PROM QUEEN.

I don't want to be the tragedy if I could be invincible.


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