The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut

In the final curtain call,

You left me here with the coldest of feelings,

Weight, kind, depression,

Blessing the floors with the places you've stepped in.

Will they ever measure up to the way you left me?

Here by the roadside the bloodiest cadaver,

Marked in your words: I'm the joke, I'm the bastard

Hey wait, so I guess that you knew,

That you're... a selfish little whore,

I'm the selfish little whore,

If I had my way I'd crush your face in the door



This is no beginning, yeah yeah

This is the final cut, open up

This is no beginning, yeah yeah

This is the final cut, I'm in love