Misery Signals - Face Yourself
You brought this on yourself.
The lack of a barrel forced into your mouths
proves your actions won't be without retribution.
Break down.
Bloodshed, a sign of weakness,
just know you'll get what you deserve.
Who do you think that you are?
Barring your teeth like the smile
of the one with a blade in his sleeve.
The thorns that line your back are all
it took to slit the arms that took you in.
Just who do you think that you are?
Suicide king dying to be seen,
an image to build, cover you up.
The damage is done,
just let them fight, fight, fight,
so they never have to face themselves.
Fourty days, it will all be over,
you'll vanish with the flood.
Bloodshed, a sign of weakness,
just know you'll get what you deserve. Who do you think that you are?
Barring your teeth like the smile
of the one with a blade in his sleeve.
The thorns that line your back are all
it took to slit the arms that took you in.
Just who do you think that you are?
Suicide king dying to be seen,
an image to build, cover you up.
The damage is done,
just let them fight, fight, fight,
so they never have to face themselves.
Before you're too far gone,
what will it take to drop your arms and learn?
It's not too late.
Burdened with the weight of your disguise,
you'll sink like a stone and collapse
from neglect with the rest of your unknowns.
Face yourself,
coward, you can't face yourself,
coward, you can't face yourself.
You know it never fit, so come on.
What will it take to drop your arms and learn?
It's not too late for giving up and letting go, growing up,
before you are, you're too far gone.
The lack of a barrel forced into your mouths
proves your actions won't be without retribution.
Break down.
Bloodshed, a sign of weakness,
just know you'll get what you deserve.
Who do you think that you are?
Barring your teeth like the smile
of the one with a blade in his sleeve.
The thorns that line your back are all
it took to slit the arms that took you in.
Just who do you think that you are?
Suicide king dying to be seen,
an image to build, cover you up.
The damage is done,
just let them fight, fight, fight,
so they never have to face themselves.
Fourty days, it will all be over,
you'll vanish with the flood.
Bloodshed, a sign of weakness,
just know you'll get what you deserve. Who do you think that you are?
Barring your teeth like the smile
of the one with a blade in his sleeve.
The thorns that line your back are all
it took to slit the arms that took you in.
Just who do you think that you are?
Suicide king dying to be seen,
an image to build, cover you up.
The damage is done,
just let them fight, fight, fight,
so they never have to face themselves.
Before you're too far gone,
what will it take to drop your arms and learn?
It's not too late.
Burdened with the weight of your disguise,
you'll sink like a stone and collapse
from neglect with the rest of your unknowns.
Face yourself,
coward, you can't face yourself,
coward, you can't face yourself.
You know it never fit, so come on.
What will it take to drop your arms and learn?
It's not too late for giving up and letting go, growing up,
before you are, you're too far gone.
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