I hate this cell, I am cancer,

And I will eat through this prison.

I am paint and you're the canvas,

I am disease, and you're the victim.

This is the room I want to die in, I want to die in.

All a man cares about is a cold, blind love.

All a man cares about is a cold, blind love.

This skin is pretty, peeling lullaby,

Hold out your hands and your wounds will open.

I'm coveted peace, blood-stained confetti,

I am brutal, but I am weak,

And this is the room I want to die in, I want to die in.

All a man cares about is a cold, blind love.

All a man cares about is a cold, blind love.

Abused, abandoned, strychnine smothered

Dirty homes for dirty lovers.

I have a key, but it just rusts

Torn by tears of primal man.

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