The Ghost Of Saint Valentine

Oh pain, am doing bad I’m getting answers to some questions that I never should have asked And it’s getting old, it’s decomposing fact Just when I thought it couldn’t get much worse I stab me in the back I’d rather face the gallows Cause nothing matters And I’ll just change my name There is no love just appetite And its consequences keep you up at night Well appetite is lust at best And it’s up to us to figure out the rest I thought that I was working towards the truth Thought if I wait long enough I’d put the pa*sion to goo use And in a flash cut to me with hated hands In a fight without a cause I am a wounded veteran I’d rather face the gallows Cause nothing matters And I’ll just change my name There is no love just appetite And its consequences keep you up at night Well appetite is lust at best And it’s up to us to figure out the rest It’s not right now to lose control the way I do I am a slave to this I am a masochist This ones got whiskers it’s as old as ice it’s nothing new I am a slave to this I am a masochist I’d rather face the gallows Cause nothing matters And I’ll just change my name There is no love just appetite And its consequences keep you up at night Well appetite is lust at best And it’s up to us to figure out the rest And it’s up to us to figure out the rest And it’s up to us to figure out the rest