The Taste Of Blood - Incapable Of Abstract Thought lyrics

You play the headstrings as if they were a harp Don't you tell me any different So cut the drama We'll shed no tears for you You are nothing in the grand scheme of things Catch and release But I want to take you down to where the greatest beasts get bu*terflies I think you should go back to where you came from You're f**ing things up You're not wanted here You are losing your appeal just as fast as rumors fly