Letra Incapable Of Abstract Thought - The Taste Of Blood
You play the headstrings as if they were a harp.
Don?t you tell me any different.
So cut the drama.
We?ll shed no tears for you.
You are nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Catch and release.
But I want to take you down to
where the greatest beasts get butterflies.
I think you should go back to where you came from.
You?re fuc*** things up.
You?re not wanted here.
You are losing your appeal
just as fast as rumors fly