My press cant speak

They just lay down the meat

While hungry molars wait, watch and eat

I'm a prefect

I'm perfect

I lie to myself

I cant lie to myself

I cant lie by myself

I cant count on my health

Count the cards that I'm dealt

With my usual stealth

Ill enlighten myself

Would you call it living

After wading through again

So full of fear, and still living

In imaginary years

I've severed my ears

On top of the table while still young and able seldom gives scars so graceful

I wanna know

Where you think you'll go

Where you think you'll go

I'm a prefect

I'm perfect

I lie to myself

I cant lie to myself

I cant lie by myself

I can count on my health

Count the cards that I'm dealt

With my usual stealth

Ill enlighten myself

Could you call it living?

After wading through again

Can I call it living?

After waking to the scalpel piercing in

No one believes you

No one believes you baby

When you tell the truth

When you tell the truth

No one believes you

No one believes you baby

When you tell the truth

When you tell the truth

No one believes me

No one believes me baby

When I tell the truth

When I tell the truth

No one believes me

No one believes me baby

When I tell the truth

When I tell the truth