lies ain't beautiful and the stains seem almost visible
and if I've fallen down again don't lift me up I'd like to taste my sin
rains, wash them all away
tears don't cross my face, the boy has vanished without a trace
and if you knew just where I'd been you'd notify my next of kin
pain, let me feel again
come and crack my head
so soon I'll pass for dead
games yell laughable, yours the same but not quite beautiful
and if fame burns me down again, don't pick me up I like my flesh my skin
rains, wash you all away
sickened found out gaze
broken wind down phase
pain, let me feel again
come and crack my head.
