take this all to hell With your fucking victims Down a toast of their blood with your wine While refining your ego's defense The glory of bullets, the fire
In this culture I am just the meat for vultures to pick Until my beauty shows for your glossy covers And in classy circles smother Have I nothing more
of this abuse I've given up on the dying; it never gave me your peace Smile big, sit straight now, let go of all your dreams Bleed yourself dry boy Bleed it out
My hands are washed clean But I still haven't forgotten Your hands will never wash clean You will be forgotten
I used to love you, now I can't stand the sight of you fucking face You have helped to build the walls that keep me in my place The trust I gave no longer