מילים לשיר The Ghost Of Saint Valentine – Bayside

Oh pain. I'm doing bad. I'm getting answers to some questions That I never should have asked, And it's getting old. It's decomposed in fact. Just when I thought it couldn't get much worse Life stabbed me in the back. I'd rather face the gallows, 'Cause nothing matters and I'll just change my name. There is no love- just appetite And its consequences keep you up at night. Appetite is lust at best And it's up to us to figure out the rest. I thought that i was working towards the truth. Thought if i waited long enough, I'd put this passion to good use. And in a flash, cut to me with head in hands, In a fight without a cause. I am a wounded veteran. I'd rather face the gallows, 'Cause nothing matters and I'll just change my name. There is no love- just appetite And its consequences keep you up at night. Appetite is lust at best And it's up to us to figure out the rest. It's not right now to lose control the way I do. I am a slace to this. I am a masochist. This one's got whiskers, it's as old as ice, it's nothing new. I am a slave to this. I am a masochist. I'd rather face the gallows, 'Cause nothing matters and I'll just change my name. There is no love- just appetite And its consequences keep you up at night. Appetite is lust at best And it's up to us to figure out the rest. And it's up to us to figure out the rest. And it's up to us to figure out the rest.