A Kill To An End Lyrics

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This flower is scorched

This film is on

On a maddening loop.

These clothes,

These clothes don't fit us right

I'm to blame

It's all the same

It's all the same



You come to me with a bone in your hand

You come to me with your hair curled tight

You come to me with positions

You come to me with excuses

Ducked out in a row

You wear me out

You wear me out



We've been through fake-a-breakdown

Self hurt

Plastics, collections

Self help, self pain,

EST, psychics, fuck all

I was central

I had control

I lost my head

I need this

I need this

A paper weight, junk garage

Winter rain, a honey pot

Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.

A hotline, a wanted ad

It's crazy what you could've had

It's crazy what you could've had

It's crazy what you could've had

I need this

I need this