The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut

In the final curtain call
you left me here with the coldest of feelings.
Wait, kind depression.
Blessing the floor with the places you've stepped in.

Will they ever measure up to the way you left me?
Here, by the roadside: the bloodiest cadaver.
Marked in your words:
I'm the joke, I'm the bastard.

Here, wait; so I guess that you know
That you're
a selfish little whore.
The selfish little whore.
If I had my way, I'd crush your face in the door.

This is no beginning, yeah yeah.
This is the final cut, open up.
This is no beginning, yeah yeah.
This is the final cut,
I'm in love.