Really so much easier to have enemies
Than friends are to make and keep around
Take your time to set the scene for their benefit
There are those crimes that precede the knife
Such Sweet venom when you locate the wound
(Than friends are to make and keep around)
Suck it out, suck it
It'll close up all too soon
Such bitter wine when you pour from the source
And you source from the earth where the bodies ferment
These people pay some good, good money to cry
(Such bitter wine when you pour from the source)
(These people pay some good, good money to cry)
Say: "Can you feel this?" when you cut right in
Better to die screaming than to never feel a thing
Say "This is what I ask for" when I break the skin
Better be defeated than to never use the sting
(Better to die screaming than to never feel a thing)
Drown it out in the night when you know it can't mend
All that you broke when you sold your soul to the future
Ignore her as a favour
She'll tell all of her friends
Some nights you wonder where they all went
(Go tell your friends)
Maybe she never really cared about me
Most nights I wonder where they all went
Seems like you make your life
You should lie in it
Seems like you made it to the end of the line
