There was Christ in the metal shell

there was blood on the pavement

The camera will make you god

that's

wrench is just a household god but I carry mine with pride

I dont' work but I can work with it to split your smile

run you down without a twitch,

We'll be the worms in your apple pie

Fake abuse for our bios

Blacken our own eyes

The grass isn't greener on the other

How the fuck are we supposed to know

When I'm a monster, with the way

You refuse to die

How the fuck are we supposed

Use me when you want to come

I've bled just to have your touch

When I'm in you I want to die

User friendly fucking

you built me up with your wishing hell

I didn't have to sell you

you threw your money in the pissing well

you do just what they tell you

REPENT,

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot call me Whitey

But I am something that you'll never be

(Hey)

I won't look prettier if I smile

Do you or don't you want this to be your song?

It doesn't take a rebel to sing along.

This art is weak

in its pretty

I want to wake up in your white, white sun

I want to wake up in your world with no pain

But I'll just suffer in a hope

You are the wind beneath my wings.

The grill across my face.

You are the fuel in my machine.

That