Wear your desecration Like a decoration of your war Scars that make impressions After all that's what these lessons have all been for How can I face this disease I can't get away from me How can I face this disease How can I face this Can anybody help me How can I face this day Take it by the fucking throat and say that I will live through this Take it by the fucking soul and live through this For your pleasure Or your pain Society's a game While they campaign in poetry And govern in prose In their twisted sorority Vying for the throne You never really know just who the king choose Till your bygones are gone Wear your desecration Like a decoration of war, of your war That's what these lessons have all been for, all been for Everything wrong with you is the same thing that's wrong with me What's wrong with me is everything wrong with you It's a brand new mirror I see myself for the first time It's oh so clear Open my heart Open my mind