Look at me, I’m so fucking cold.
You waste my days as I’m rowing old.
Love—my grass and my axe and my beer.
No distinction between truth and lie, all I know is “keep the fight”
Oh, get up off my ass out of there.

Feel it calling—death is watching
Can’t let you in—I won’t let you win.

Born to lose—live to win

I scream out in bloody torment.
I won’t succumb.
Rock the house was never my goal, now I find that that even was faux
Oh, Deception is becoming clear.

Feel it calling—death is watching
Can’t let you in—I won’t let you win.

I scream out in disappointment.
Oh, this act is growing so old.
So look at me, you’re so fucking cold.
Heart goes black as your lies are told.
I just don’t think that I care.

Feel it calling—death is watching
Can’t let you in—I won’t let you win.

Born to lose—live to win

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