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Sadists
Does a soul ever tire of living in a clock everyday?
Does a shooting star ever lash out due to pain?
Or does everybody accept things that they can fix?
Everybody's losing their minds in their rundown shacks,
But that's only because they never tire of being sad.
Acceptance, there's no acceptance here.
Who's going to make us fearless?
That's all we need, that's all we need.
Eyes that realize, but we know they can't save us at all.
It's up to us, we're out of here.
After all, they're all masochists in a lovesick world.
But we're sadists.
We have a habit of using our fangs to prevent heartfelt kisses.
We'd do anything just to keep being missed.
Tell me, darling, are you afraid of me too?
You say no, but we both reek of booze.
Everybody's losing their hearts but we're chaining ours.
How'd we become such cowards?
Acceptance, there's no acceptance here.
Who's going to make us fearless?
That's all we need, that's all we need.
Eyes that realize, but we know they can't save us at all.
It's up to us, we're out of here.
After all, they're all masochists in a lovesick world.
But we're sadists.
Does a shooting star ever lash out due to pain?
Or does everybody accept things that they can fix?
Everybody's losing their minds in their rundown shacks,
But that's only because they never tire of being sad.
Acceptance, there's no acceptance here.
Who's going to make us fearless?
That's all we need, that's all we need.
Eyes that realize, but we know they can't save us at all.
It's up to us, we're out of here.
After all, they're all masochists in a lovesick world.
But we're sadists.
We have a habit of using our fangs to prevent heartfelt kisses.
We'd do anything just to keep being missed.
Tell me, darling, are you afraid of me too?
You say no, but we both reek of booze.
Everybody's losing their hearts but we're chaining ours.
How'd we become such cowards?
Acceptance, there's no acceptance here.
Who's going to make us fearless?
That's all we need, that's all we need.
Eyes that realize, but we know they can't save us at all.
It's up to us, we're out of here.
After all, they're all masochists in a lovesick world.
But we're sadists.
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