Should I lie of love or confess this hate?
And on the surface, there's a bloated body, pale and ignominious.
It comes to life,
And so I learn the corpse is me.
My doppelgänger.
But the proud will shrink down to size.
Can you tell me a four letter word for shame?
I'd spell it L-O-V-E.
Learned to live without once before.
I can do it again.
So fuck your lovers, and fuck your friends.
'Cause they all hate you in the end.
We're the forgotten sons of kings and whores.
So fuck your lovers, and fuck your friends
Because they all hate you in the end.