the selfish receive their own life outside ours,
i knew you were oh so different from the moment you
walked right through the door
selfish receive their own,
is this what real men are made of?

yeah duh!

never begging to think of it,
a moment of truth is worth it to me
oh, send me screaming to my grave
shattered and blistered fingers ive witnessed
as i grasped for the ground
the blood traces my palm,
i cannot stop it if it makes me feel so alive
i cannot stop the pain and heartbreak i feel so fucking alive
ill admit it, but i forgot what i wanted to admit
just what can i do, to feel the jolt of pain
send shock up my spine
stab me over and over with your dull knife
it cant be getting me closer to anything in particular
but damn girl, i love the hate
there doesn't seem to be a path, just sticks, shells and rocks
trying to make it through the day
if we live right, we can't die wrong
i can't seem to find the truth in that
gut me with the knife, lets drink up the filth
lets drink it up, don't leave a single fucking drop