From the album Last Supper
Lyrics by: Dave Mountain
Music by: Dave Mountain, Tom Barrett, Billy Sullivan
I hope you die before I get old
I'm wishing on your unlucky star
You are evil and hateful, just like me
A performance artist in the back of my car
The beautiful ones will always hurt you
Letting you love them, then burning themselves
The only answer when you need attention
The only way to really know yourself
Living in character
Living in character
Confession is good for the soul, it's said
You're not thinking who's on the other line
I'm sharing the pain like I'm sharing a needle
Your cocktail is self-hate, your blood like wine
It must be magic, you draw so much in
I won't be the last one to escape
With so much to hold, so little to give
You could have anyone and I'd still call it rape
We all wear a mask, but yours is unique
Forged with abuse for a decade or more
Wrought with your iron, soldered with tears
I gave my cancer up and I showed you the door
You're everyone's fault everyone's problem
A child is tyrant, your voice is a fist
My ambition fed and created your demons
Rewrite your history; I'll pass from your midst
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