歌词
Death waits for us all
And there's no use in rushing it
So shut your stupid mouth
Before I come and ruin it
It wouldn't be the first time
I caught someone's teeth in my hand
They're shouting from bleachers
"Crazy bitch! go back to where you came from!"
Makes me feel like pitching at their faces
Making sounds quite like a drum
But I don't think the rest of the team would understand
My metallic skin reflects the skepticism of the masses
They whine that I'm a fake
And then I go and kick their asses
My cold, golden exterior hides with it, burning blood
But I think about Mike Townsend
And my eyes begin to flood 'cause
My skin is reflective, but not on the inside
When I feel a feeling, all I wanna do is hide
Punch a hole in brick wall, and commit deicide
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Sitting on the counter
Eating stale bread from the week before
Wishing I was chewing something better while watching the oven door
Waiting for my sourdough to rise
I'm cramped up in this tiny kitchen
Peeling plaster from walls
Feeling claustrophobic
Throwing yeast saches and plastic bowls
Maybe suppressing all emotions is unwise
My metallic skin reflects the skepticism of the others
No one talks to me
It's just like christmas at my brother's
My cold, golden exterior hides with it, a raging flame
And a strange desire to play a pawn in a god's game
My skin is reflective, but not on the inside
When I feel a feeling, all I wanna do is hide
Punch a hole in brick wall, and commit deicide
♪
My metallic skin reflects the skepticism of myself
I would be all jolly if i could just ask for help
My cold, golden exterior is a shell that's holding in
A big mess of emotions that are spreading me so thin
My skin is reflective, but not on the inside
Makes it hard to examine all the dreams that I denied
Think about the life I lead right now, and just try to decide