Letras
You wake up in cold sweats
You crave disappointment
Which is your focus?
Main character syndrome
Wipe the tears the party controls you
Wipe the tears because we're chosen
Wipe the tears the party controls you
Wipe the tears because we're chosen
But he wants his petty respite
Punch this fucker in his face
He feeds on tragic mis-appointments
And smiles with only offstage
It's not a problem, it's an itch
It's just plastic, so let them itch
There is a step in between
Replaced with aspirations on his feet
So shut up
Your life's seeming over
It's desperately clinging
So fuck going to fuck off
Main character syndrome
Wipe the tears the birthday controls you
Wipe the tears because we're chosen
Wipe the tears, they'll control you
Wipe the tears, control that's your option
But he wants an answer, silence
Shut the fuck up and let it
Maybe you'll bite your own tongue
If you think it is someone else's teeth
It's not a problem, it's an itch
It's just plastic, so let them itch
There is a step in between
Replaced with aspirations on his feet
So shut up
It's not a problem, it's an itch
It's just plastic, so let them itch
There is a step in between
Replaced with aspirations on his feet
So shut up