Screw Me کے بول

There's something different going on out there A piece of silence within Helpless stranger looking out to understand What it means to be real I am The life we always dreamed in The life Is not what you expect So tempting But nothing ever happens And nothing feels the same I lucked out again Screw me I like it... Screw me I like it... If nothing's to it then what's happening, unknown Shape shifted finite ending Public scratching looking past the wounded trash Our means to conceal Or build a life of tired genius Benigns reverses how it's spent So empty but something's never simple The vicious cut remains All senses and blame Screw me I like it... Screw me I like it...