Geeks do not have pedigrees
Or pefect punk rock resumes
Or anorexic magazines
It smells like girl
It smells like girl
She walks over me
She walks over me
Hold you close like we both died
My ever present suicide
My stupid fuck
My blushing bride
Oh tear my heart out
Tear my heart out
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with you for a gag
I use the rest of you for a gag
Yea I gotta shut my mouth with you for a gag
I gotta use the rest of you
Daddy daddy
Please come here
Don't you trash me
Don'
One More Word
With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again...
With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin
And as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you
needed it more
Well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more...
Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround
Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more
And I will color you all red, I will color you all...red
Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Braided conversation
Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...
And caved the fuck in, and bashed the fuck in, it's so old
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up...