(I get my skin from a can, get my skin from a can, get my skin from a can, get
my skin from a can…)
And all the world shall be your enemy
I haven’t eaten in days
Spent my whole weekend awake
God get this mask off my face
(God get this mask off my face)
I get my thoughts from a magazine
(That’s what you call personality)
I get my skin from a can cause that’s the kind of man I am
So I dress myself up in tragedy and thigh high apathy
May god help my enemies
This claustrophobic sting is deeper than it’s ever been (than it’s ever been…)
Ever been..
Ever been…
Ever been…
I (I)
Hate (hate)
Everything about
Everything about (me)
Why (why)
Wait (wait)
If today could be the day?
Self assured destruction
Knock knock till the day comes
Knuckle dust in the paint work
Free fall out of the framework
Slip down the cracks in the pavement
The claustrophobic sting radiates under the skin
Deeper than it’s ever been
Deeper than it’s ever been
So we dress ourselves up in tragedy and thigh high apathy
May god help our enemies
May god help our enemies
I (I)
Hate (hate)
Everything about
Everything about (me)
Why (why)
Wait (wait)
If today could be the day?
Self assured destruction
Bang bang
Count to ten take the blank shells out and put them back again
No (NO) more (MORE) woes for me
When we’re alone with ourselves we’re in awful company
I get my skin from a can
I get my skin from a can
I get my skin from a can cause that’s the kind of man I am
I (I)
Hate (hate)
Everything about
Everything about (me)
Why (why)
Wait (wait)
If today could be the day?
Self assured destruction
I (I)
Hate (hate)
Everything about
Everything about (me)
Why (why)
Wait (wait)
If today could be the day?
Self assured destruction
