Shut your fucking mouth.
You don't know a single thing about me.
So I heard what you said when he walked away.
Don't you think I can add up the numbers.
It's a sour taste.
A knowledge I wish would never have gained.
So you think you could match me?
Well these are the things I see.

A perfect body. A twisted mind.
Starvation and loathing.
We fuck 'til it bleeds.
Stratch claw and scream.

'Til it feels like I'm almost alive...
/ These are the words to justify / All against all

I'm so sick and tired of it. Treat me like meat.
Tear me to pieces and feed the dogs.
A thousand polite tiny lies
and I memorized every single one of them.
Did you think for a second I'd give you a taste -
well I'm sorry to say:
You could turn yourself inside out - I'd still walk away.

Repeat chorus

Broken promises
Like ashes through my fingers
It eats away my senses and my soul
I wither - perhaps I said too much?
I just want somebody I can trust

Repeat chorus

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): ANDERS MARTIN BJOERLER, JONAS FREDRIK BJOERLER, PATRIK JENSEN, PER MOELLER JENSEN, PETER WILHARD INGVAR DOLVING