Cozy in this home, burnt up swollen pains
Fear is on the plate but you cant recognize the danger that youve gotten yourself in
Do as Im told not for long
But on the mattress, I had a good time
I cant remember she wore the same brands as everyone else
Thats why I dont mind if she deciphers the lines
Welcome to the despair, this is my trophy room
And fear is on the plate but you cant recognize the anger as it builds beneath the skin
Cause its fucking mine
But on the mattress, I had a good time
I cant remember, the wore the same brands as everyone else
Thats why I dont mind, if she deciphers the lines
I guess its alright to be scared because fear has a funny way of killing me slowly but
I know you too well, to expect the truth wouldnt fall apart
I might as well lie to myself, on top of my fucking lungs, my fucking lungs
Tear to pieces everything youve ever known bout this world
Your preconceived notions conceited emotions will never see the light of day and
Of all the things were distanced from, whod of thought itd be ourselves
Were hypnotized, well look outside well never be the same again.
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