With the perfect hair and the perfect wife. And the perfect kids and the perfect life. I can finally be somebody. . Let's play born-again American, resistance is the game.
My pain, my pride, these scars are mine. My pain, my pride, these scars are mine. My pain, my pride, these scars are mine. . I will tell you a story that's never been told.
I wish I can have you here alone in my clutches. To remove the excuses from your mind. To part that haze and slice your soul in pieces. To sing you a lullaby as I tie you to the slab.
In that final look does the deer forgive the wolf?. . You've stolen my fascination. You've smothered my holy addiction. And now I'm soaked in you. Like fat white worms and sad haikus.
In that final look. Does the deer forgive the wolf ?. . You've stolen my fascination. You've smothered my holy addiction. . And now I'm soaked in you.
I speak in verses. Prophecies, and curses. I speak in verses. Prophecies, and curses, I hate my life. . No miracle is coming. Hate you. It's just a hole.