Teksty: Bayside. Shudder. The Ghost Of Saint Valentine.

Oh pain
I'm doing bad
I'm getting answers to some questions
That I should have never asked
And it's getting old
It's decomposing fact
Cuz when I thought it couldn't get much worse
Life stabbed me in the back

I'd rather face the gallows
Cuz, nothing matters
And I'll just change my name

There is no love just apatite
And its consequences keep you up at night

Your apatite is rustic best
And it's up to us to figure out the rest

I thought that I
Was working towards the truth
Thought if I waiting long enough
I'd put this passion to your use
And in a flash
Cut to me with hand in hands
In a fight without a cause I am a wounded veteran

I'd rather face the gallows
Cuz, nothing matters
And I'll just change my name

There is no love just apatite
And its consequences keep you up at night

Your apatite is rustic best
And it's up to us to figure out the rest

It's not right now to lose control the way I do
(I am a slave to this)
(I am a masochist)
This ones got whiskers it as old as ice, it's nothing new
(I am a slave to this)
(I am a masochist)

I'd rather face the gallows
Cuz, nothing matters
And I'll just change my name

There is no love just apatite
And it's consequences keep you up at night

Your apatite is rustic best
And it's up to us to figure out the rest

And it's up to us to figure out the rest

And it's up to us to figure out the rest