Im wearing it, im wearing it

Under my face

My disgrace
An expression and, an admission of

I will try to give you something better
But im sure i will make it ok

Im wearing it, today

But im sure i will make it ok
I will try to give you something better

You, with the grin on your face

Me, with the bag in it's place

I've put a rope round my neck

Im trying to win your respect

Conceal the weapons

Conceal the weapons
Death shares everything i have

Conceal the weapons
Conceal the weapons

But i hate the way i

Conceal the weapons

Blame it on the staring match between the two of us
Blame it on the staring match between the two of us