Woorden: The Bronx. Cobra Lucha.

Say enough words to make me forget
Until I get dangerous and desperate
I love it when I'm telling myself lies
The good ones that I know I can cash

Stare at my face until I neglect
Everything I couldn't forgive
Look at the way you make me
Live choking like a fucking kid

I rejected faith, I broke a good heart
And I regret love because you told me
I still don't care, I wasn't meant to cover up scars
Built on faults

To who it concerns consider this
I tried all your cures but I'm still sick
I'm never going to regain senses
I burn another hole in my head

Remember the disease you spread
Like addiction that comes in fits

I rejected faith, I broke a good heart
And I regret love because you told me
I still don't care, I wasn't meant to cover up scars
Built on faults

Talk enough words to make me forget
All my dreams are dead
Disguise lack of progress

Quit sending me signals for chemicals
Everything I crave is going to kill me
Don't want to be sick
Depression just seems to stick

I rejected faith, I broke a good heart
And I regret love because you told me
I still don't care, I wasn't meant to cover up scars
Built on faults