All Work No Play
The Bride
Your sweater won't keep you warm
With a heart so fucking cold.
Your body is too hollow
To accept the truth.
We can't all sing glory,
With their blood on our teeth.
We've wasted our time counting limbs
On the side of the street.
We're the first to spit back,
In their judgemental eyes.
We're not afraid.
There will be no remorse
For those with no respect.
Your lipstick may hide your lips,
But it will never hide your lies.
I put your heart and soul inside a body bag.
Too late to ask the whore for a little more
Cos i think hear God knocking on her casket door.
I treated you like royalty,
And you gave me nothing
But you were no princess tonight you fucking slut.
So bow the fuck down,
Bow down to your superior.
No remorse, FOR THOSE WITH NO RESPECT.
Oh baby you must have a package to deliver
Cos i dont know who the fuck you are.



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