They`ll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons and say that death was on sale today.
Hell-flavored, I`ve got mood poisoning You must be something that I hate.
You should close your eyes That blue is getting me high.
The hole is where the heart is. We built this tomb together, And I won`t fill it alone.
We`ll paint the future black, If it needs any color. My death sentence is a story.
I can`t believe in the things that don`t believe in me, now it`s your turn to see misanthropy.
I kill myself in small amounts. In each relationship it`s not about love.
The drugs they say make us feel so hollow, We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow.
got your lovey-dovey, sad and lonely, sticker stupid slogan, everybody sing along.
We`re dead, We know just who we are