You think I'm cool and interesting, I can tell
It just goes to show that you don't know me too well
And when you say we should go back to your place
I want to cut the features off of my face
I feel disgusted by your interest in me
There is no good that you could possibly see
It's just a bag of tricks, I'll tell you for free
A copy of something I think I probably saw on MTV

What's this over my head?
A left hand coloured in red?
What's this sat in my bed?
A shapeless animal dread?

What if I told you I do not have a soul?
Behind these eyes is just a fucking black hole
You'd take my hand and say it cannot be true
But that's because I've been lying to you

What's this over my head?
A left hand coloured in red?
What's this sat in my bed?
A shapeless animal dread?
I'm better off dead

Begrate me
Negate me
Cremate me
I hate me

What's this over my head?
A left hand coloured in red?
What's this sat in my bed? (Annabella, I'm not your fella)
A shapeless animal dread? (I tried to tell her but I'm just too yellow)
I'm better off dead

Begrate me
Negate me
Cremate me
I hate me


Lyrics submitted by Haunted Devil

Shower Of Scorn song meanings
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