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 f*ck your lovers, and f*ck your friends
Because they all hate you in the end
We're the forgotten sons of kings and whores
So f*ck your lovers, and f*ck your friends
Because they all hate you in the end