Placebo from Love. Hate. by Accident Prone

This isn't real what in god's name is it going to take
To keep you from following me
Placebo coursing through my veins
I don't think that you feel a thing
Hell no, what do you know/love
Not you, not you, another broken promise so easy to see through
You're all the same
The gilded spoon you use to swallow the truth
Your words shatter like broken glass, transparent, jagged
Your plate is full when it's time to fast
And then you'll ask for seconds
There's no excuse for all the things you spew

Truth and honesty sure would taste better
Than your genetically engineered disease

This conversation cannot last, listen up
This is the end never again
I'm not even listening anymore
This is the end I just can't pretend
Never again
Placebo

• Metal
• Metalcore
• hardcore
• mathcore
• Norfolk