If Life Is a Gift, It's in Very Poor Taste - Street Sects

I gave all I had to a fantasy

Now my only desire is to quiet my mind

My future will never appeal to anyone

When I’m alone in my chair

I swear

Never again

Will I trust anyone

Fear is defined when your back’s against the wall

Nobody wants to admit they’re wrong

We all want to win

Without confidence

Without trust

Love is counterfeit

Fear decides who’s wrong or right

Where do you think your lover goes

When you’re gone

Where do you think those lips end up?

It’s you against your heart

Don’t you ever stop to wonder why you always wind up alone

Because your value is low

Don’t you question why you sexualize death

She reminds you of home

While life keeps breaking your heart

Came on the back of the magazine

My only desire is to have no desire

All I want is to stop breathing

I’m down on my knees

I suck it down… suck it down

Without conflict

Without pain

Love is saccharine

Fear provides an active interest

Compared to what you’re going through

It’s a thrill

Scared of where you might end up

A weight against your heart

It doesn’t seem like anything will ever change for me

At least not in a way that I can feel

Something went wrong

I never wanted to feel

This paranoid or this paralyzed

Everyone I love… lies

Don’t you ever stop to wonder why you always wind up alone

It’s because you don’t value yourself

Don’t you question why you sexualize death

She seduces you slowly

While living tears you apart