Songtext von Paper Machete

They're out to get you aren't they? The kids, the man, the chicks, the breaks I don't care what you think anymore Doesn't matter anyway Joan of arc, victim, perpetrator Just a paper machete The truth is just a peace of clay You sculpt, you change, you hide, then you erase You think you're brave? All the plans you made Behind my back and from far away? Truth is, face to face, you're a coward Sharp as a paper machete Now I know you'd use anything, anyone To make yourself look clean In sickness, no vows mean anything So long cruelty So long, too late So long, my love Is dead Is there nothing you cannot replace? You speak lioness and damsel in distress so fluently Does your every single relation end in pain and misery? You're a paper machete You're a paper machete