It’s A Metaphor, Fool

This song is called, 'It's a metaphor, fool.'

Sixteen names on my list
But none of them could ever get me high like this, yeah
Got your scars on my wrist
You're safe inside my fist
Now let the fun begin, sing!

All you are to me is dead skin
Flaking off my hand onto the pavement
All you are to me is dead skin
Breaking up my band won't bring you payment

Whoa, love like no other
Whoa, we told your mother
Whoa, love like no other
Whoa, I told your mother

So here's the plan, you're giving in to every sick demand
Buying the band our own apartment
Here's your past, flashing forward out to whip your ass
Into the form adorn when you were born

Whoa, love like no other
Whoa, we told your mother
Whoa, love like no other
Whoa, we told your mother

All you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead skin, come on!

All you are to me is dead
Sixteen bullets split your head
All you are to me is dead skin, go go go!

All you are to me is dead, all you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead skin
All you are to me is dead
Sixteen bullets split your head
All you are to me is dead skin