Soak it up like the sponge I am
Wring it out over my face and hands, all over
Consume me in my sackled state, devastate, recreate
Those things you'll never be
Taste of vinegar
Taste of vinegar
Taste of vinegar
Take my scars make me pretty on the outside
Make me pretty on the outside
Make me pretty on the outside
'Cause you kill my inspiration
Just like Mark David Chapman
Sometimes I balance on the brink
Think about how many times it takes to tumble over
Consume me in my shackled state, devastate, recreate
All those things you'll never be
Taste of vinegar
Taste of vinegar
Taste of vinegar
Take my scars make me pretty on the outside
Make me pretty on the outside
Make me pretty on the outside
'Cause you kill my inspiration
With no instigation
You kill my inspiration
Just like Mark David Chapman |