Something's Cursed - Calling All Demons

“Mass destruction is what awaits in hell for the best version of you”
I tell myself
A worthless picture worth a thousand words
Your face speaks volumes of why you’re insecure
The contradiction of attention whores
Plead for value and let them do the work
They beg for mercy and time alone
Another plot to make my time their own
Won’t you fake it
Maybe I’ll believe it, maybe you can see it
Maybe you can fool me
Maybe I’m wrong, therapy is long gone
They listen to the words but they don’t know what they mean
Celebrating my favorite loss
Your pointless rambling, the songs you wish you thought of
The ink in my skin, my failure to live
Your washed up dreams of fame and love begin
Won’t you fake it
Maybe I’ll believe it, maybe you can see it
Maybe you can fool me
Maybe I’m wrong, therapy is long gone
They listen to the words but they don’t know what they mean
(La la)
(La la la la)
Won’t you fake it
Maybe I’ll believe it, maybe you can see it
Maybe you can fool me
Maybe I’m wrong, therapy is long gone
They listen to the words but they don’t know what they mean
Calling all demons, calling all saints
Calling all demons, calling all saints
Calling all demons, calling all saints
Calling all demons, calling all saints

Written by:
Carlo Fabiani

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