This is a product of rage and mental captivity This is for my fucking old boys Why can't I feel inside? (Why can't I feel inside?) Only the dermis hurts (only the dermis hurts) I can't get enough of this withered wreck of a man I tried my best for you You only exist in my dreams (and nightmares) So fuck me up and over Like you always do (like you always fucking do) I can't tell what's real Everything's so foreign But you always justify Those same pathetic actions Blinding us all Blinding us all I'm waiting for your fall Give in you won't get up again (never) You only play a game you know you'll win (you fucking cheater) Don't open your eyes if you're too afraid to see The bridges burning under your fucking feet You motherfucking coward I need to break free My twisted reality choking me I refuse to be your pet I'm not something you own Old boys always fucking die alone Old boys always fucking die alone Broadmoor, motherfucker, word is up for obscenity Old boys, never to be