letlive
banshee (ghost fame)
Well I have to swallow pride, but it's making sick Well I have to swallow pride until I'm sick We're here to fulfill every one of your dreams A small nominal fee It only costs you your soul  They say the older the bullshit, the more offensive the horn It's another trick, another matador (I don't want to be that) If you can take that, then you can fake that Until you grow a new mouth to say "I hate the ones that you adore"  Swallow pride until you feel sick My stomach hates that, hates the bitter taste of the truth Well I swallowed pride until I felt sick Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth  If you're equating fame to religion, then where's your faith at? Go ahead and sell yourself when in rome (Now I finally see that) You can make it- nah, but you can fake it Although that skin is uncomfortable I'd rather show some skin than bear my soul I am the man that existed the year that hell got cold Now that I'm mature enough to feel devil's touch We're going to fuck until we're numb  How you like that? How you like me now?  We drove a hearse into the crowd and took the willing A leap of faith with a foot on the ground to wait for you When they say "go" I will say "no"