Fuck the truth, and if our hearts Poured out every last word He will die in the name Of all that we have carved their Wrists; Witness the fake. So relieved by all the scars Severed sighs of fucking me I'll kill you before the breath That will murder the foe. What we have carved in their wrists; Witnes the fake So believed by all the scars Severed knives, to dull to stab I'll fcuk you before the best of me Fucks myself first. Where the fuck is the trust? We will die.