A Lexicon 歌词

Now the leeches are in love, And the serenade's begun. Maybe you're the lucky one, But you can't trust a simple song. You're no fun. Are we speeding to outrun identification? Stoop for the honor, This pen's poison. Defeated honorees trade self-made mythologies. Who are these vampires, These ugly beauties? We are. We are steering by falling stars, Swearing upon a lexicon of scars, But sweetest revenge never comes true. Why sing it again? Try something new. Test for fatal deficits. Prove to you that you exist. Part-time assassin, Who's next on this list? We are. We are steering by falling stars, Swearing upon a lexicon of scars, But sweetest revenge never comes true. Why sing it again? Try something new. If this is a curse, It christens you king midas in reverse Without retinue, Your mercenary faith begging for proof When sweetest revenge never comes true. Why sing it again? Why sing it again?