At the curtain’s call,
It’s the last of all.
When the lights fade out,
All the sinners crawl.
So they dug your grave,
And the masquerade.
Will come calling out,
At the mess you made.
“High off her love, drunk from her hate;
It’s like I’m huffing paint and I love her the more I suffer, I suffocate.”
“Cause, darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.”
Ain’t much I can do but I do what I can;
But I’m not a fool there’s no need to pretend.
And just because you got yourself in some shit;
It doesn’t mean I have to come deal with it.