Dying to live, trying to fit narrow
Dying to live the definition
Dying to live, trying to fit narrow
Dying to live the definition
No, I won't be conned
I won't be ensnared
I won't be conned
I won't be ensnared
To tell you the truth, you make me sick
To tell you the truth you still have nothing
You are violent, but I feel nothing
Your entitlement
I owe you nothing
I watch you deflate and I see nothing
You're not my savior this time, no
No point in trying to fix
No point in trying to fix this narrow snare
Narrow snare
You're still slack-jawed, listless, and soft
Man of virtue
I will hurt you
And my heart is too cold
And I lack a gentle touch
And I do not exist as a constant to your crutch
I disregard your moral failings
If you couldn't get it up
My heart is too cold
And I lack the sympathy
It's too small
It would split if I would give you what you need
The constant to your crutch, if you can't get it up
You're failing
You can't control the clutch
Can't control the clutch
I lack a tender heart
Can you function with no backbone?
I have no consolation
I'm running out of patience
Can't control the clutch
So soft and slack-jawed
My conscience is crystal clear
My conscience is crystal clear
My conscience is fucking crystal clear
My conscience is fucking crystal
