Patience getting thin and my senses are failing Could you at least pretend It's alright. You can't kid a kidder Push in, not faking it tonight
Tied up and tainted You said we could've made it But every word you said was just a lie So take me by the hand Say something I can stand It's better to burn out than be a man
So take your last chance, pretend you didn't fuck it up I'll try to cover your tracks if I can
Laughed in our faces. Hideous places Sick of the night drives, birthing the night sky
So take your last chance, pretend you didn't fuck it up I'll try to cover your tracks if I can
Off to the races It's such a shame you've missed our mark I find comfort in how far you fall
This is an ode to the masochists, whoa This is an ode to the masochists
