With a world on fire, and a head full of self-destruct
I\'ll keep this composure for your grin
It\'s the emotion that keeps your teeth white
But it\'s the one that\'s cutting my veins
And I guess it\'s the juice that keeps me in place
I guess I\'ll be your dog on chain if you be my dealer
...
Well as long as you\'re artificially content,
I guess my destruction is worth the nickel
Threaten suicide with a common atrophy dose
I\'ll kiss you with pity and calm musing
Could you just give me like 5 fucking minutes?
It\'s okay, sorry I broke the illusion
...
Your own personal disgust is possessing me
I can\'t keep drying your wet eyes
Caked in a deprecating mascara
You fail to realize that the gun to your head,
It\'s really being shot at me
And I can\'t keep dealing with this loss of blood
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