A tag team sensation
My body and the door
Rile up these stupid thoughts
And show me what Im for
I was a naked, little fag
My head got lopped clean off in the bag
I was a nuisance, its nothing to brag
My face drips blood and my mouth starts to sag
Playing dressup
Being who I want to be
Screaming, nonchalantly
It is gimmick
The me I cant mimic
Nor can I rid these bastard thoughts
Hanging of hands
Interference
Cutting loose ends
Trying are thoughts
Dying to, untangle them
I was a joke
Im still the laughing stock
Kill me today
They'll just laugh it off
I am the truth
When I really act
Lets kill all the sad sacks
Turn on the radio
Hate every song
The silence is killer
You dont get along
But in the static, you hear me speak
The words that I say will destroy your whole week
Judged on appearance, what would you do?
Playful interference, and Im in the mood
So suit up, suit up, suit up
You screwed up you dumb fuck
Lift you by the neck
I didnt hurt you but limp you were left
