Muscle Junkie in Violent Soho

You thought the world owed you a smile.
Your parent's cheer, your dad was proud.
Monday's does not apply to you.
Fuck you, fuck you, I can't trust you.

So dig my head into the ground,
This muscle junkie tied me down.
And cut my limbs stuff them with air,
I won't, I won't, I can't breathe here.

So lick the magazines with sweat,
And pour money into their blank heads.
Celebrities will die like you.
Fuck you. Iuck you. I hate your face.
Damn

Always. Why can't you see?
Alway. You'll die like..

I'll never be you, that I know, that I know.
And I'll never be you, that I know, that I know.
And I'll never feel you I know.
I hate your face.

I hate your face. (x3)

Always. Why can't you see?
Alway. You'll die like..

Dig my head into the ground,
This muscle junkie tied me down.
And cut my limbs stuff them with air,
I won't, I won't, I can't breathe here, yeah.