I wear a mask when things are good
But when I'm not well, I gotta strip it down to the barest hell
Get to know me best when I'm at my worst
Open up my chest and dish out the dirt
Current of air, evidence suggests we're all doomed
And I'm alone in this empty room
And there feels right, apropos for end times
Don't say no, this could be our last night
So kiss my lips, but don't touch my face
I'm dying for your love child, but only if you behave
You can have every piece of me, everything but my legs
Cause I will need them someday to walk away
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