X-Mas Day
How can I see the thunder
You disrespect my blunder
We slide into another
And fake like we are brothers
Your fire
Deny it
You're so sick
For power
I've seen the hate that you bring
I've seen the fate that you sing
You're my disgrace
You're my insane
You're the blood
That burns in my head
Now I can see the thunder
You disrespect my blunder
We slide into another
And fake like we are brothers
Your vengeance
And preference
Fucked this up
Not again
REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT VERSE 1
Your fire
You fuckin rise all
You disrespect my blunder
We slide into another
And fake like we are brothers
Your fire
Deny it
You're so sick
For power
I've seen the hate that you bring
I've seen the fate that you sing
You're my disgrace
You're my insane
You're the blood
That burns in my head
Now I can see the thunder
You disrespect my blunder
We slide into another
And fake like we are brothers
Your vengeance
And preference
Fucked this up
Not again
REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT VERSE 1
Your fire
You fuckin rise all
Three Of A Perfect Pair
She is susceptible
He is impossible
They have their cross to share
Three of a perfect pair. . .
He has his contradicting views
She has her cyclothymic moods
They make a study in despair
Three of a perfect pair
One, one too many
Schizophrenic tendencies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it aggravated
And full of this hopelessness
What a perfect mess. . .