S.A.D. 歌词

I get my skin from a can I get my skin from a can I get my skin from a can I get my skin from a can And all the world shall be your enemy I haven't eaten in days Spent my whole weekend awake God, get this mask off my face God, get this mask off my face I get my thoughts from a magazine That's what you call personality I get my skin from a can 'Cause that's the kind of man I am So I dress myself up in tragedy And thigh-high apathy May God help my enemies This claustrophobic sting Is deeper than it's ever been Than it's ever been Ever been Ever been Ever been I (I) Hate (hate) Everything about, everything about (me) Why (why) Wait (wait) If today could be the day? Self-assured destruction Knock knock till the day comes Knuckle dust in the paint work Free fall out of the framework Slip down the cracks in the pavement The claustrophobic sting radiates under the skin Deeper than it's ever been Deeper than it's ever been So we dress ourselves up in tragedy And thigh-high apathy May God help our enemies May God help our enemies I (I) Hate (hate) Everything about, everything about (me) Why (why) Wait (wait) If today could be the day? Self-assured destruction Bang bang Count to ten Take the blank shells out and put 'em back again No (no) More (more) Woes for me When we're alone with ourselves we're in awful company I get my skin from a can I get my skin from a can I get my skin from a can 'Cause that's the kind of man I am I (I) Hate (hate) Everything about, everything about (me) Why (why) Wait (wait) If today could be the day? Self-assured destruction (I) Hate (hate) Everything about, everything about (me) Why (why) Wait (wait) If today could be the day? Self-assured destruction