Names Mean Nothing

It’s time you see the world for what it truly is
A dead whore who’s last words were, «Fuck me again!»
It’s time you see me for who I really am
I’m the walking, wounded, bleeding, clever lies from within
These hands have held the bloody corpse of my dead lover
And with your skin stretched tight, I’ll beat you till you’re blind
I’ll do it to you before you do it to me, we share the same sickness inside
And with your hands clasped tight, you’ll beg me not to try
I’ll do it to you before you do it to me, we share the same sickness inside
I want to forget your face
I want to forget the way you fucking taste
Names mean nothing, now my eyes only see the blackest of the black
Waiting for a kiss from god’s fallen children, and there’s no turning back
There’s no turning back
You’re not so perfect, just fucking plastic
Just fucking plastic