Letra de Swung, Dissonant Garbage

I'll admit that I can't feel the burn just yet, but I can taste the smoke Throw me to the wolves spiced how you will, your residue will tear their throats Betrayal smells of Astroglide and arrogance, feigned innocence and pride And you should know better by now. You look too comfortable having all your things thrown out into the street You're way too well-versed in the subtle art of screamed obscenities Kick the chair and curse my name, your final prayer will surely be in vain Apathy and entropy predicted your hypoxic end, you see. (Not me) Your serotonin soaked swung swan song symphony was Brutus' retreat (too) And you should know better by now. You look too comfortable having all your things thrown out into the street You're way too well-versed in the subtle art of screamed obscenities And the look in your eyes, just serves to belie, your claim that broken girls can change.