Them — The Haunted

I won't be your alibi for disaster No more pathetic rehashes I've heard enough Predictable and self-pitying thing Escalate your prolonged suicide Poor thing You're almost there!

Come on! Come on Give this man a hand!

Could we have, Could we have a standing ovation?

And you can't break it off It seems a fate worse than death You're repeating the same mistakes again "I've been here before but I'll try it again" Over and over and over and over again

You're just like everyone You're just like them

So in love with a monster And a precious lie But someone's got to pay For each and every single fuck up

Your fingernails don't count For much it claws are what you're looking for But you won't need them where you're going The only thing that keeps all this together Is a lucid dream

You're just like everyone You're just like them

Your fingernails don't count For much it claws are what you're looking for But you won't need them where you're going The only thing that keeps all this together Is a lucid dream

You're just like them