Lyrics

Dying to live, trying to fit narrow Dying to live the definition I won't be conned I won't be ensnared! I won't be conned I won't be ensnared! To tell you the truth, you make me sick! To tell you the truth, you still have nothing! You are violent, but I feel nothing Your entitlement? I owe you nothing! I watch you deflate and I see nothing You're not my saviour this time! No! No point in trying to fix this narrow snare You're still slack-jawed, listless and soft Man of virtue. I will hurt you And my heart is too cold And I lack a gentle touch And I do not exist as a constant to your crutch I disregard your moral failings If you couldn't get it up And my heart is too cold And I lack the sympathy It's too small It would split if I would give you what you need The constant to your crutch If you can't get it up You're failing You can't control the clutch I lack a tender heart Can you function with no backbone? I have no consolation I'm running out of patience Can't control the clutch So soft and slack-jawed My conscience is crystal clear My conscience is fucking crystal clear!