Them - The Haunted

I won’t be your alibi for disaster

No more pathetic rehashes, I’ve heard enough

Predictable and self-pitying thing

Escalate your prolonged suicide

Poor thing, you’re almost there

Come on

Come on, give this man a hand

Could we have

Could we have a standing ovation?

And you can’t break it off

It seems a fate worse than death

You’re repeating the same mistakes again

I’ve been here before but I’ll try it again

Over and over and over and over again

You’re just like anyone

You’re just like them

You’re just like them

So in love with a monster and a precious lie

But someone’s got to pay for

Each and every single fuck up, fuck up, fuck up

Your fingernails don’t count for much

If claws are what you’re looking for

But you won’t need them where you’re going

The only thing that keeps all this together is a lucid dream

You’re just like anyone

You’re just like them

Your fingernails don’t count for much

If claws are what you’re looking for

But you won’t need them where you’re going

The only thing that keeps all this together is a lucid dream

You’re just like them

You’re just like them

You’re just like them

You’re just like them