[Intro]
"To be by myself, lonely in death, that is my fate"
[Chorus: Vincente Void]
I've been a slave to shame, a wasted name
A loser in this game we play
So what are you afraid to say?
I'm done with this charade
I've been engraved by pain, betrayed by fate
Sedated by your serenade
So what are you afraid to say?
I'm done with this charade
[Post-Chorus: Vincente Void]
Charade, this charade, this charade
Charade, this charade, this charade
What are you afraid to say?
I'm done with this charade
Charade, this charade, this charade
Charadе, this charade, this charade
What are you afraid to say?
I'm donе with this charade
[Interlude]
"I'm going to disappear now"
"P-p-perhaps, I will disappear forever"
[Verse 1: Vincente Void]
So if you want me gone for good
You'll have to dig and rip my feet
From beneath the ground I stood
I wish you would
And don'tcha beat around the bush
I'll find a place to mark your grave
With the daisies that you'll push
You know I could
[Verse 2: Gustavo]
I wanna see things from inside of your skin
I wanna pull the seams back and stick my skeleton in
I wanna know what it's like without a Ritalin script
Without an epinephrine pen for my adrenaline fix
I wanna see how the other half lives
While I've been rent-free livin' in their head's residence
And I'm sorry if you're always sore from ridin' my dick
It's just too, too, too, too, too, too fuckin' fun to be cringe
[Breakdown: Gustavo, Han, Gustavo & Han]
Yeah, what? Bitch
I'm a who?
I'm a what?
I'm a piece of fuckin' shit
I'm a who?
I'm a what?
I'm a— say it, bitch
[Verse 3: Gustavo, Gustavo & Han]
Ayy, what you gon' do?
Skin so thin, your thoughts are see-through
There ain't shit I ain't already knew
You're an out-of-date wagie, corporate stooge
Dirt, under my shoe, it's gon' hurt when I stomp on you
Watch you squirm back into the womb
Yuh, return to that bitch, and you'll feel me soon
("D-d-drop that bitch")
Lies and lies, a leather-bound disguise
Though crocodiles could never feign as insincere a cry
Lies and lies, dishonest by design
And when my fists tear through your lips
There's nowhere left to hide
[Bridge: Gustavo]
Lungs are growin' tired from wastin' my breath
Words won't break through the walls 'round your head
I've tried all I can; I've got nothin' left
This is the fate I'll have to accept
Pushed out of a world I don't understand
And I'm left on my own with my flaws in hand
But you made me think I'm less of a man
I'd rather bare my soul than hide who I am
[Verse 4: Hash Gordon]
Take that mask that you've made and shove it up your ass
Shatter your complex since you niggas ain't built to last
Yeah, identity crisis, you a walkin' body bag
This real nigga real retarded, got the human race mad
Switchin' your religion, livin' as a runner
Puppet on a string, you're scared of your conductor
Piss 'em off, make 'em suffer, I'm a fed hunter
Stayin' true to my suit while you livin' through another
[Chorus: Vincente Void]
I've been a slave to shame, a wasted name
A loser in this game we play
So what are you afraid to say?
I'm done with this charade
I've been engraved by pain, betrayed by fate
Sedated by your serenade
So what are you afraid to say?
I'm done with this charade
I've been a slave to shame, a wasted name
A loser in this game we play
So what are you afraid to say?
I'm done with this charade
I've been engraved by pain, betrayed by fate
Sedated by your serenade
So what are you afraid to say?
I'm done with this charade
[Post-Chorus: Vincente Void]
(Charade, this charade, this charade)
(Charade, this charade, this charade)
(What are you afraid to say?)
(I'm done with this charade)
[Interlude: Vincente Void]
Charade, this charade, this charade
Charade, this charade, this charade
What are you afraid to say?
I'm done with this charade
Charade, this charade, this charade
Charade, this charade, this charade
What are you afraid to say?
I'm done with this charade
[Outro: Gustavo, Han, Gustavo & Han]
You, you're nothing to me
Yeah, you're nothing to me
You're nothing to—
("It's too late, now")
Me (Me, me, me)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You're nothing to me
Ooh, you're nothing to—