Из альбома: Cul-De-Sac
Soak it up like the sponge I am
Wring it over my face and hands, all over
Consume me in my shackled state, devastate, recreate
Those those things you'll never be
Taste of vinegar, Taste of vinegar, Taste of vinegar
Take my scars make me pretty on the outside
Make me pretty on the outside
Make me pretty on the outside
Cause you kill my inspiration
Just like Mark David Chapman
Sometimes I balance on the brink
Think about how many times it takes to tumble over
Consume me in my shackled state, devastate, recreate
Those those things you'll never be
Taste of vinegar, Taste of vinegar, Taste of vinegar
Take my scars make me pretty on the outside
Make me pretty on the outside
Make me pretty on the outside
Cause you kill my inspiration, With no instigation
Just like Mark David Chapman
Take my scars make me pretty on the outside
Make me pretty on the outside
Make me pretty on the outside
Cause you kill my inspiration, With no instigation
Just like Mark David Chapman