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.