It's not for the fame
Not so much a catch and you fall apart
It's such a sad excuse
I'll hang Hang Hang
Until it's done
Don't ever tell me we're the f**ing same
I've got bigger plans than this
And it's not for the fame
Not so much a catch when you fall apart
It's such a sad excuse
It's all the same
A sad excuse
I've got a layer of hell sitting under my skin
All these strings have become knots
Let's cut them all
With only regrets I can hardly see straight
So wash me white as snow
With no persuasion and only contradiction
These lies are all I know
I need an answer
I need the truth
I need an outing
(Why have we pushed so hard)
All these strings have become knots
And I'm bound to fall if I'm left on my own
I have had it up to the brink
So hang hang hang until it's done