Concentric
I sit on the edge of the bed
Examining my head
I didn't make it
It's for the best
I didn't make it
Coming to grips
I said I'm coming
It takes a minute
I live through this
While you're selling solace
You make a killing
You're transforming
I'm still boring
So you force it
Quite remorseless
Acid splashes
My face catches
At our old place
Meet your two faces
I'm watching
I was only brought in
By your invitation
To my "salvation"
Examining my head
I didn't make it
It's for the best
I didn't make it
Coming to grips
I said I'm coming
It takes a minute
I live through this
While you're selling solace
You make a killing
You're transforming
I'm still boring
So you force it
Quite remorseless
Acid splashes
My face catches
At our old place
Meet your two faces
I'm watching
I was only brought in
By your invitation
To my "salvation"
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Writer(s): Matt Vaughan
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