| My throat falls numb from the endless execution of contempt’s song
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| It fails to follow suit in silence even now
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| I can hear every word. |
| Leave this place
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| If only you could just be half as hateful if only i could still take you with a
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| grain of salt
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| I could fake some respect and hide the pity
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| For what i once feared is now somehow down on my level
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| I never claimed to see through another’s eyes
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| I could never inflict such abuse upon myself honestly
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| Honest in a sense that i’m willing, but such intensity is dulled with age
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| Leaving me some spoiled child
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| I’ll take it in stride, with every cheep shot landed
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| I took it without crying
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| Now shut the fuck up
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| I’ve always sang the cowards song
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| I’ve never claimed to be, anything but
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| Like father like son
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| We’ll find an easy way i’ll fly so high
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| To no longer hear the hisses of hatred ringing in my head
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| Selfishly sober in spite of you
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| I’ll never be the man to which you compare me
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| Selfishly sober in spite of them
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| You boast i’m dead to you and i in turn agree
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| I turned a deaf ear on you, i knew the rest
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| Sob stories were never my strong suit
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| Now just as threatening as i’ll let you be
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| I keep a short rope, and a shorter fuse
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| For the one who love’s who?
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| I won’t leave this place
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| So boast i’m dead to you, with dying breath
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| I can’t hear a thing
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| I never could
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| Fuck your apologies
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| I’ve tolerated your last death threat
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| I don’t condone the likes of anyone so keep your word
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| And consider me dead… to you |