I know you think you know me From all of the magazines Everybody loves a good comeback story But that's really not my scene I don't wanna be the love you love You'll just hate me again next month Let's not pretend that we are friends I don't wanna shake your hand
Your ego speaks so fluent But your words are just so passe And you know I knew you'd do it I wouldn't have it any other way Now you're coming into my home Let me kill two birds with one stone It's gonna take much more than your pen To write me off again
This is the art of screaming There's nothing sacred here You'd better sort your demons And find out what you fear If everything I say offends you Maybe you should go back to church I've got a lot of enemies, true But that's because I hated them first
So let me pray for rock You keep praying to god The devil's on his way And he can't be stopped We're all gonna die So cover your wrists And lord have mercy on my lips
This is the art of screaming There's nothing sacred here You'd better sort your demons And find out what you fear This is the art of breathing It's all or nothing here It's time to face your mirror And find the one you fear