Why did you do this, why did you take me away?
Some is familiar, but how I’d’ve loved my moderated pains.
Live life on a leash and tell me I’m shit, just let me stay awake.
All of this because you can’t admit your God damn mistake.
I’m getting tired of living in this mock Bellagio room.
Where my only toys are the insects that crawl over my decaying shoes.
I hear you above and see light through the cracks; as you drink, I wait.
Imitate how you beat me and laugh at my wailing, this last game you play.
I will be me,
So you can be you.
I’m not so pure
I’m a following proof.
Where have I gone
Now I’m living to lose?
What will I do
To escape your abuse?
I have the scars of a louse.
They bleed out, betray myself.
I shouldn’t give you this pain.
You don’t deserve to see this in me.
I won’t give in,
‘Cause I’m not so pure.
This torment you gave.
Soon, you’ll believe it’s yours.
Now I’m kneeling in the mud just like you fucking taught me to.
I fill my hands with dirt and squeeze to gather the worms that fall through.
Maybe you’ll get drunk enough tonight to throw me a bone or two,
But soon enough I’ll see the ones fucking throwing bones at you.
You think that you’re so damn special because you can read
And you’ve got more than one tattered shirt.
But, these are the things you gave me; so, shouldn’t
You be the one that you’ve come to curse?
You can’t imagine the future that’ll be
When your poison finally bears fruit.
You’ll never suspect that the way to condemn you
Would come from a morbid truce.
I will be me,
So you can be you.
I’m not so pure
I’m a following proof.
Where have I gone
Now I’m living to lose?
What will I do
To separate from your abuse?
I have the scars of a louse.
They bleed out, betray myself.
I shouldn’t give you this pain.
You don’t deserve to see this in me.
I won’t give in,
‘Cause I’m not so pure.
This torment you gave.
Soon, you’ll believe it’s yours.
I’ve all the tools to end this game, now that you’ve left me to your chores.
Left so close to your bastardly mind, soon I’ll even our venomous score.
The tool’s in your hand now all I need to do is make one grand mistake
And push on through your bludgeoning until you mother fucking break.
Pick up the hammer while I can’t feel anything from my hands to my legs
And let it all go with your angelic wrath, this is the end of our dance.