I wish i could tear your eyes out
You have belittled her with your insecurities,
it reeks on your fucking breath
Put on that grin
This is the day that the dreams died,
As you shatted her soul that lies inside
As the echoes rape the blessing this is the massacre,
that we bear with civilization
Put on that grin
This is the day that the dreams died,
As you shatted her soul that lies inside
As the echoes, rape the blessing, you are the murderer
Inside her frail voice whispers,
her reassurance, it fucking withers away
And that smile you've stapled to your face,
is tripping her whole fucking life away
And i swear
You can die for that, well you can pay for that
Well you can die for that, well you can pay for that
You won't identify me - well you can die for that
you won't identify me - well you can die for, well you can pay for that