He can wear the skin
Of a professional
Life as a sick romance
Lust
Has no mercy
Show us
What your muscles can do
The good times
Will
Not
Last
Selective reverence
It gnaws and it picks
At my concentration
Show us
What your muscles can do
The good times
Will
Not
Last
Selective reverence
It gnaws and it picks
At my concentration
We're taught to believe
In such foolish idealism
Entitled fairy tales
Recited nightly, caught in
These recycled thoughts
And criticized for such cynicism
A perpetual cliché
Of damned if you do
Damned if you don't
Are you impressed?
Are you impressed?
Are you impressed?
Are you impressed?
Just because no one else is talking
Doesn't mean you need to be
Just because no one else is talking
Doesn't mean you need to be
Just because no one else is talking
Doesn't mean you need to be
Just because no one else is talking
Doesn't mean you need
To
Be
