I threw myself into fire, screaming this skin is my cowardice, Peel it off; let the insides burn
They pulled my script out from the ashes singing this book is my cowardice. Brought it back, I defied death
My held up palms to catch the ashes, expecting to reclaim our innocence, Just enough to defy death.
The bleeding is ceding the need now for you Oh metaphor, you dying whore
Have the guts to swim in disgrace Shoot confetti and bask in the shame They’re just laughing and dancing in place To keep pace, show your face
Have the guts to swim in your disgrace And the dark that you choose not to brave There’s a place where the broken escape Show your face, now
I don’t think I can tell living from dead I don’t think I can ever come back home again
Have the guts to swim in disgrace, And the darkness you choose not to brave, There’s a place where the broken escape Show your face...
Have the guts to swim in disgrace, They’re just laughing and dancing in place, Mangled feet tap dance on our graves Show your face now
I don’t think I can (see how much I’ve bled) I don’t think I can (face my cowardice) I don’t think I can (tell living from dead) I don’t think I can (come back home again)