Psychotic Good
I’m left only with an aftertaste
Of my time-ship in a relationwaste.
I was in love with your pretty face,
But didn’t expect a menace in my personal space.
Hey, you thought it would be so cool
To copy me your list of romance novel rules
And bury me beneath them so I cannot move,
Cripple my feelings just to call me a fool.
You thought you don’t deserve love to come to you,
I really did my best to show that wasn’t true,
Then you thought someone should love you better than I do
And my life was a torture until we were through.
But I’m still alive; I got one thing on my mind -
I’ve grown to despise your pathetic kind,
You think that keeping the feeling requires a trick
But your house of cards is gonna fall down quick
Covering you with a shadow of shame…
This is not a game.
I’m seeing all the desperate seekers
Searching for the one to put the ring on quicker,
Making their big bitch selves look weaker,
Lipstick on the bottleneck, finger on the trigger.
The younger reach to follow the “sisters”
Not knowing what they want and their ideals twisted,
Demanding love from their handcuffed misters,
Pushing too hard making their souls covered with blisters.
Hey, do you really think it’s brave
To give up what I represent and be your slave?
I will not be ashamed to push you out of my way,
Go fuck yourself, it’s clearly not your day.
Don’t try to touch me, keep in mind -
I’ve grown to despise your pathetic kind,
You think that keeping the feeling requires a trick
But your silly cage is gonna burn down quick
Showering you with ashes of shame…
This is not a game.
Your so called “love” doesn’t exist,
No matter how you try – I can resist,
Your so called “love” doesn’t exist,
You’ll try to take my heart and I’ll make a fist.
Don’t ever touch me, keep in mind -
I’ve grown to despise your pathetic kind,
You think that keeping the feeling requires a trick
But your box-shaped heart will be broken down quick,
Leaving you with nothing but pieces of shame…
Baby, you give love a bad name.
Of my time-ship in a relationwaste.
I was in love with your pretty face,
But didn’t expect a menace in my personal space.
Hey, you thought it would be so cool
To copy me your list of romance novel rules
And bury me beneath them so I cannot move,
Cripple my feelings just to call me a fool.
You thought you don’t deserve love to come to you,
I really did my best to show that wasn’t true,
Then you thought someone should love you better than I do
And my life was a torture until we were through.
But I’m still alive; I got one thing on my mind -
I’ve grown to despise your pathetic kind,
You think that keeping the feeling requires a trick
But your house of cards is gonna fall down quick
Covering you with a shadow of shame…
This is not a game.
I’m seeing all the desperate seekers
Searching for the one to put the ring on quicker,
Making their big bitch selves look weaker,
Lipstick on the bottleneck, finger on the trigger.
The younger reach to follow the “sisters”
Not knowing what they want and their ideals twisted,
Demanding love from their handcuffed misters,
Pushing too hard making their souls covered with blisters.
Hey, do you really think it’s brave
To give up what I represent and be your slave?
I will not be ashamed to push you out of my way,
Go fuck yourself, it’s clearly not your day.
Don’t try to touch me, keep in mind -
I’ve grown to despise your pathetic kind,
You think that keeping the feeling requires a trick
But your silly cage is gonna burn down quick
Showering you with ashes of shame…
This is not a game.
Your so called “love” doesn’t exist,
No matter how you try – I can resist,
Your so called “love” doesn’t exist,
You’ll try to take my heart and I’ll make a fist.
Don’t ever touch me, keep in mind -
I’ve grown to despise your pathetic kind,
You think that keeping the feeling requires a trick
But your box-shaped heart will be broken down quick,
Leaving you with nothing but pieces of shame…
Baby, you give love a bad name.