I'm the epitome of yankee dreams, I'm vanity fair.
Behind a carefully constructed facade I am not there.
She gasps disgusted, babe you truly are c-cramping my style.
I try to quench it, satisfy it, don't we have to fit in.
My pain is constant and it's sharp, it's sharp, it's sharp like the knife.
I'm flesh, blood, skin, hair and you can shake my hand.
I think i'm losing it.
A straight J and B to the next white line,
She throws up later twice back at mine,
I take two Xanax then i'm feeling fine.
There's nothing inside me, put simply I am simply not there.
It thrives concealed, you can't recoil as it's st-starting to tear.
Currently out of my mind before I have to blend in.
American psycho.
This is not.
This is not.
This is not,
An exit here.
My most attractive quality I'm empathetically void.
Your lack of taste disgusts me, baby, honey, light of my life.
Sedated eyes do realise do late the lock and it snaps.
The television frequently will tell me what to do next.
My lusts unmentionable, my acts are absolutely mad.
I'm flesh, blood, skin, hair and you could shake my hand.
I think i'm losing it.
A straight J and B to the next white line,
She throws up later twice back at mine,
I take two Xanax then i'm feeling fine.
There's nothing inside me, put simply I am simply not there.
It thrives concealed, you can't recoil as it's st-starting to tear.
Currently out of my mind before I have to blend in.
American psycho.
This is not.
This is not.
This is not,
An exit here.
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