Pride haunts you like a f*cking curse, dragging behind you like a dead weight in a hearse
Sew together your ego with the lives of people you don't know
How do you not see?
How do you not feel guilty when you use their heads as stepping stones to back your masculinity?
Give me a break
Break your hands
Holding yourself
From the weight
Of the shame you feel as a man
From brittle bones, to a hard f*cking head
You sit atop a throne of malice, a silver spoon in your hand
Hardbitten
Bleed her dry with your hand on her thigh
Empty promises while her hands are tied
Forced to hear you out because society cries when others break free of it's "moral" vice
Edge lord with a f*cking complex, pseudo-tough-guy with a lack of respect
Your phobia puts you in the state of mind to blur lines between right and wrong
I'm not buying it
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Pride haunts you like a f*cking curse, dragging behind you like a dead weight in a hearse
Sew together your ego with the lives of people you don't know
How do you not see?
How do you not feel guilty when you use their heads as stepping stones to back your masculinity?
Give me a break
Break your hands
Holding yourself
From the weight
Of the shame you feel as a man
From brittle bones, to a hard f*cking head
You sit atop a throne of malice, a silver spoon in your hand
Hardbitten
Bleed her dry with your hand on her thigh
Empty promises while her hands are tied
Forced to hear you out because society cries when others break free of it's "moral" vice
Edge lord with a f*cking complex, pseudo-tough-guy with a lack of respect
Your phobia puts you in the state of mind to blur lines between right and wrong
I'm not buying it
Sew together your ego with the lives of people you don't know
How do you not see?
How do you not feel guilty when you use their heads as stepping stones to back your masculinity?
Give me a break
Break your hands
Holding yourself
From the weight
Of the shame you feel as a man
From brittle bones, to a hard f*cking head
You sit atop a throne of malice, a silver spoon in your hand
Hardbitten
Bleed her dry with your hand on her thigh
Empty promises while her hands are tied
Forced to hear you out because society cries when others break free of it's "moral" vice
Edge lord with a f*cking complex, pseudo-tough-guy with a lack of respect
Your phobia puts you in the state of mind to blur lines between right and wrong
I'm not buying it
Writer: TraumaxQueen
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