Текст песни The Ghost Of Saint Valentine

Oh pain I'm doing bad I'm getting answers to some questions That I should have never asked And it's getting old It's decomposing fact Cuz when I thought it couldn't get much worse Life stabbed me in the back I'd rather face the gallows Cuz, nothing matters And I'll just change my name There is no love just apatite And its consequences keep you up at night Your apatite is rustic best And it's up to us to figure out the rest I thought that I Was working towards the truth Thought if I waiting long enough I'd put this passion to your use And in a flash Cut to me with hand in hands In a fight without a cause I am a wounded veteran I'd rather face the gallows Cuz, nothing matters And I'll just change my name There is no love just apatite And its consequences keep you up at night Your apatite is rustic best And it's up to us to figure out the rest It's not right now to lose control the way I do (I am a slave to this) (I am a masochist) This ones got whiskers it as old as ice, it's nothing new (I am a slave to this) (I am a masochist) I'd rather face the gallows Cuz, nothing matters And I'll just change my name There is no love just apatite And it's consequences keep you up at night Your apatite is rustic best And it's up to us to figure out the rest And it's up to us to figure out the rest And it's up to us to figure out the rest