If you had class you'd throw down with me,
Drown in your fake personality,
Shattered glass and frames,
Snapshots of reality,
Burned pictures and memories,
Your heart's cold and grey.
Can you tell me,
All the lies that you have told,
All the lies that you have said?
So keep on lying,
(Just keep on lying to me)
I find less beauty in life then death.