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Bullet For My Valentine

I can t bow to all your little insecurities
I m picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I m picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate

Fake, another face, another intervention
Eyes on the enemy, or is this my reflection?
Come and make another cut, a little neat incision
Fake all the misery, that brings in your suspicion
I m a sacrifice, antichrist, anarchist, nihilist
Now cut a little deeper
Hate, another death, another crucifixion

So what s the issue?
I don t see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don t turn to take, don t turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away

I can t bow to all your little insecurities
I m picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I m picking out the stitches of your hate

Take a deeper breath, a final suffocation
Break from the smothering
I m choking on aggression
I m a fantasist, activist, masochist, pacifist
Now cut a little deeper
Die, another death, another resurrection

So what s the issue?
I don t see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don t turn to take, don t turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away

I can t bow to all your little insecurities
I m picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I m picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate

I m picking out the stitches
I m picking out the stitches of your hate
I m picking out the stitches
I m picking out the stitches of your hate

So what s the issue?
I don t see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don t turn to take, don t turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away

I can t bow to all your little insecurities
I m picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I m picking out the stitches

I can t bow to all your little insecurities
I m picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I m picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate