Bayside - The Ghost Of Saint Valentine

Oh pain, am doing bad

I’m getting answers to some questions that I never should have asked

And it’s getting old, it’s decomposing fact

Just when I thought it couldn’t get much worse

I stab me in the back



I’d rather face the gallows

Cause nothing matters

And I’ll just change my name



There is no love just appetite 

And its consequences keep you up at night

Well appetite is lust at best

And it’s up to us to figure out the rest



I thought that I was working towards the truth

Thought if I wait long enough I’d put the passion to goo use

And in a flash cut to me with hated hands

In a fight without a cause I am a wounded veteran



I’d rather face the gallows

Cause nothing matters

And I’ll just change my name



There is no love just appetite 

And its consequences keep you up at night

Well appetite is lust at best

And it’s up to us to figure out the rest



It’s not right now to lose control the way I do

I am a slave to this

I am a masochist

This ones got whiskers it’s as old as ice it’s nothing new

I am a slave to this

I am a masochist



I’d rather face the gallows

Cause nothing matters

And I’ll just change my name



There is no love just appetite 

And its consequences keep you up at night

Well appetite is lust at best

And it’s up to us to figure out the rest

And it’s up to us to figure out the rest

And it’s up to us to figure out the rest


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