Lip-gloss and rubbers won’t save you now,
Cocked up on cancer sticks,
Who knows what else you are taking?
Rockstars are just fugitives with better music and kickass attitudes...
Don’t you wanna be like them?
Tattoo on your chest explains a lot,
Sit and tell me your story.
Puncture your tongue and free your soul,
Cough up lies and anguish and flush them down the bog
With your stash and test
Negative. Thank god if there is one.
Run, run from the cops and your retarded elders
So much to live for, faster, faster...
Locked and chained to your lonely prison, or to his heart?
Get yourself out.
Out scoring all kind of trips,
How long will it take to kick in’?
Tailor made trackies, oh-so-glamorous
Cracked mirror, slewed soul
Break off, flake like the snow behind the barred window that you can’t play in.
Escape the cage and dry the tears
You’re stronger than this; draw the rags above the window
Call your friends
They are still waiting.
The pure girl from before is still inside
Let her out but not completely
Tear your silver jewel from your button and trail your guts out on the floor
Leave a putrid present for your sins and your lurid lover
Smash up your phone like your memories of him
You’ve got so much to give, honey.
It may not look like it now, but there is a better tale to be told.
Shield from faux desires, pride in natural battles.
You can only go up from here.
Drink and drug your way to an early grave
But you’ve already murdered your soul.
Allow yourself hope and purpose, get reborn and start anew.
Let loose and regret the unwanted sex, you’ll realise it’s nothing
One touch tamed to dust of violence
Punch you with a gun
If that’s love, shoot it.
Bang!
You’re just living to die.
Salvation burden crippled by distortion values,
Get to the surface, signal and sigh,
Rescue’s not far, just around the bend.
Surprise yourself, I guarantee it’s forgiving.
I guess you’re just unconventionally different...
Love can be freaky, so I guess that just makes you freaks.
