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Intro

I am the needle in the groove of your perfect day…

The scratch you can’t buff out.

I am the safety… off.

Verse 1

Tick-tock, the clock melts on the wall

Another masterpiece of fucking nothing at all

I built this kingdom with a paperclip and spite

Just to pull the pin and watch it burn in the dead of night

You wanna talk about pain? (tsk) Let’s get clinical

I turned my trauma into a fuckin’ spectacle

I’m the patron saint of the self-destruct

The final nail, the final fuck…

Pre-Chorus

They said, “Calm down, you’re too much”

I said, “Calm down? Bitch, I’m the fucking rush”

I swallowed the sun just to vomit the light

Now I’m dancing in the ashes of a beautiful life

Chorus

I’VE GOT A TASTE OF THE CURE!

IT TASTES JUST LIKE POISON!

I’M THE VOICE THAT YOU IGNORED!

NOW I’M THE ONLY FUCKIN’ CHOICE AND—

I’M TOO LOUD! TOO PROUD! TOO SICK TO CARE!

A PERFECT MESS IN A PERFECT STORM

I’M THE REASON, THE SEASON OF DESPAIR

WITH A TASTE OF THE CURE!

Verse 2

You wear your halo like a choke chain

Preaching love while you’re picking the lock on my brain

I learned to smile with a mouth full of glass

Just to watch you choke on the reflection, am I getting through yet?!

Hypocrite, narcissist, give a fuck, check the list

I’m the ghost in your machine, the glitch in your fist

You wanted ugly? I’ll show you grotesque

I’m the final scene, the final breath, the final test!

Pre-Chorus

They said, “Calm down, you’re too much”

I said, “Calm down? I am the fucking rush!”

I swallowed the sun just to vomit the light

Now I’m dancing in the ashes of a beautiful life!

Chorus

I’VE GOT A TASTE OF THE CURE!

IT TASTES JUST LIKE POISON!

I’M THE VOICE THAT YOU IGNORED!

NOW I’M THE ONLY FUCKIN’ CHOICE AND

I’M TOO LOUD! TOO PROUD! TOO SICK TO CARE!

A PERFECT MESS IN A PERFECT STORM

I’M THE REASON, THE SEASON OF DESPAIR

WITH A TASTE OF THE CURE!

Breakdown

Sip it slow, let it settle in the bone…

There is no sanctuary…

BREAK THE GLASS!

PULL THE TEETH!

THIS IS MY CHURCH!

THIS IS MY GRIEF!

BOW DOWN!

BOW THE FUCK DOWN!

THIS IS MY CHURCH!

THIS IS MY...

Guitar Solo

Bridge

And in the quiet…

After the flood

I see the wreckage

Of who I was

A hollow boy with a hollow crown

Who burned it all just to feel the ground…

Final Chorus

I’VE GOT A TASTE OF THE CURE!

(IT TASTES JUST LIKE POISON!)

I’M THE VOICE THAT YOU IGNORED!

(THE ONLY FUCKIN’ CHOICE!)

TOO LOUD! TOO PROUD! TOO SICK TO CARE!

A PERFECT MESS IN A PERFECT STORM!

I AM THE REASON!

I AM DESPAIR!

WITH A TASTE OF THE...

WITH A TASTE OF THE CURE!

Outro

They asked me if I wanted to be saved.

I told them… I prefer the sickness.

...Cut the lights.