The Fall Of Troy - An Ode to the Masochists lyrics

Patience getting thin and my senses are failing. Could you at least pretend. It's alright. You can't kid a kidder. Push in. Not faking it tonight. Tied up and tainted. You said we could've made it. But every word you said was just a lie. So take me by the hand. Say something I can stand. It's better to burn out than be a man. So take this last chance. Pretend you didn't f** it up. I'll try to cover your tracks if I can. Laughed in our faces. Hideous places. Sick of the night drives. Birthing the night sky. Off to the races. It's such a shame you've missed our mark I find comfort in how far you fall. This is an ode to the masochists.