Run
This blade across my throat
The one that burns your eyes
The one that fed this goat
Maybe someday
I won’t have to pretend
That I’m having the time of my life
And I don’t want it to end
Face
The memory fades away
Hate
That I can’t escape this fate
Hun
Keep your arms around
Bake my bread and only find myself
In the summer youth
I don’t believe you
I know I misbehave
In the living room brains are hanging high
Off a low calibre gun
Face
The memory fades away
Hate
That I can’t escape this fate