This song is called, 'it's a metaphor fool'

Sixteen names on my list

But none of them

Could ever get me hot like this

Got your scars on my wrists

You're safe inside my fists



All you are to me is dead skin

Flaking off my hands

On to the pavement

All you are to me is dead skin

Breaking up my band

Won't bring you payment



Whoa-oh-oh

Loved like no other

Whoa-oh-oh

We told your mother

(x 2)



So here's the plan

You're giving in

To every sick demand

Buying the band

Our own apartment



Here is your past

Flashing forward

Out to whip your ass

Into the form adorned

When you were born



Whoa-oh-oh

Loved like no other

Whoa-oh-oh

We told your mother

(x 2)

We told your mother baby boy



All you are to me is dead

All you are to me is dead

All you are to me is dead skin

All you are to me is dead

Sixty bullets split your head

All you are to me is dead skin

(x2)