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You give faith to deadly snakes, retain the need for names
Now burn your books for me
Confusion must end, jarred-up sympathy
Ive been here, but you wont hear, what have you to say to me?
Blood-crazed
Vampires wear a straight face
The love, hate
Expression of your dead weight
Oh, go back down and load up what you cant sell
And you dont sound the same
And theres no one around who cares what you say
Oh, I wanna trust you; dont do that to me
Im right here without my fear
And all I need to be
Cant take a switch-hitting twist in the name game
I made a mistake trusting you with what I make
Crowd control, assume the role
Mr. Pointy-shoes put a pen to your soul
Crowd control, assume the role
Mr. Pointy-shoes, put a pen to your...
Blood-crazed
Vampires wear a straight face
All the love, hate
Expression of your dead weight
Dead weight