B?D?Itch

We're at the point where
We know one of us must die
And you're the one that could try
You act as if you'd think
That everything was fine
No mist to disturb our lives
The present for Christmas is nothing new
An old kind of fashion that scares me so
Keep it for yourself, or I'll smash it in your face
But we'll smashed in your face, it could be good
You kiss as if you'd think
Your sacred kiss was fire
It runs dry inside my mouth

We're going nowhere
And won't be there on time
A second test will show no mercy
I'm exhausted and tired

We're at the point where
We know every dream must die
We're still addicted to lie
You fly in open fields
I was your submarine
No mist to disturb your skies
The present for losers is something rude
Just series of actions that scares me so
Now gather together your luggage and failures
'Cause waiting together is something cruel
You've dig the deepest ditch
Between unpure and life
No shivers, just lesions on your chest

We're going nowhere
And won't be there on time
A second test will show no mercy
I'm exhausted and tired

Jumping up
Let's jump and sway...