For Your Pleasure - Mushroomhead

Wear your desecration

Like a declaration of your war

Scars that make impressions

After all that’s what these lessons have been for

How can I face this disease

I can’t get away from me

How can I face this disease

Can anybody help me

How can I face this day

Take it by the fucking throat and say that I will live through this

Take it by the fucking soul and live through this

For your pleasure

Or your pain

Society’s a game

While they campaign in poetry

And govern in prose

In their twisted sorority

Dying for the throne

You never really know just who the king will choose

Till your bygones are gone

Everything wrong with you is the same that’s wrong with me

What’s wrong with me is everything wrong with you

It’s a brand new mirror

I see myself for the first time

It’s oh so clear

Open my heart

Open my mind