This confession is obvious to me
Happy dreams, sick fuck
You're supposed to be here with the lepers
The ones with vitriol
Right now I feel like one of those
Because the ones with emotions get sick in the end, like you
Stop if it hurts to fight
We lie for love because we believe that we need some
They lie to fuck and you know, in life it hurts to try to do right
Where's the lesson?
Now, let's be honest here
Happy dreams are fucking synonymous with fear
Like the lepers,
Who wants to break the news that right now they're losing more than they have to?
The one's with emotions get sick in the end, like you
Just stop if it hurts to fight
They want to break you down
You're gonna let them
Dying in a hole?
It happens to the worst of us
It will happen to you