An Ode to the Masochists - The Fall of Troy

Patience getting thin and my senses are failing.

Could you at least pretend.

It’s alright.

You can’t kid a kidder.

Push in.

Not faking it tonight.

Tied up and tainted

You said we could’ve made it.

But every word you said was just a lie.

So take me by the hand.

Say something I can stand.

It’s better to burn out than be a man.

So take your last chance.

Pretend you didn’t fuck it up.

I’ll try to cover your tracks if I can.

Laughed in our faces

Hideous places.

Sick of the night drives.

Birthing the night sky.

So take this last chance.

Pretend you didn’t fuck it up.

I’ll try to cover your tracks if I can.

Off to the races.

It’s such a shame you’ve missed our mark.

I find my comfort in how far you fall.

This is an ode to the masochists.

This is an ode to the masochists.