Bee stinger
Still lingers
And it's off to die
Our poison is ether
We speak white lie
Promises break like fevers, brittle bones, and plastic knives
Two people, all the same, jealous of each other's lives
Farewell all you fair-weather fucks
If I'm going to hell, well, it's not good enough
And decorate my coffin with shit I did too often
Three fingers mistreat her
She's stuck in time
We sneak off so eager
They all know why
Promises break like fevers, brittle bones, and plastic knives
Two people, all the same, jealous of each others lives
Farewell all you fair-weather fucks
If I'm going to hell, well, it's not good enough
And decorate my coffin
With shit i did too often
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