a ode to the masochists

The Fall Of Troy

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 your last chance, pretend you didn't fuck 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

So take your last chance, pretend you didn't fuck it up
I'll try to cover your tracks if I can

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, whoa
This is an ode to the masochists