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)