Now I'm all fucked up and I can't stand up So I better suck it up like a tough guy would
All of this vice you're reveling Is for love sometimes Virtue won't get you where you need to get to Got the spine to carry it You know the route well So you follow the old path To a new hell
Nothing will ever feel at home No one will bring you what you want Wasn't born until you came along What made you? A virgin killer No regret Knew it from the very first time we met Now I know why you keep me around Lost souls are never to be found
All of this vice you're reveling is for love Who are you to judge? Even though we're tough There are holes in us We try to fill them up But we're just not big enough
Nothing will ever feel that hole No one will bring you what you want Wasn't born until you came along What made you? A virgin killer No regret Knew it from the very first time we met Now I know why you keep me around Lost souls are never to be found
Now I'm all fucked up and I can't stand up So I better suck it up like a tough guy would Now I'm all fucked up and I can't stand up So I better suck it up like a tough guy would Now I'm all fucked up and I can't stand up So I better suck it up like a tough guy would Now I'm all fucked up and I can't stand up So I better suck it up
Nothing will ever feel that hole No one will bring you what you want Wasn't born until you come along What made you? A virgin killer No regret Knew it from the very first time we met Now I know why you keep me around Lost souls are never to be found
Compositores: Ben Little, Christopher Robert Talbot (Christopher Talbot), Hayden Norman Thorpe (Hayden Thorpe), Thomas William Fleming (Thomas Fleming) ECAD: Obra #20576044