Cowards (American Head Charge)

This is the way to find my harlequins face To my junkie dead body Still covered in lace The flesh still warm where skin had once been my lips My smile just scattered fragments lining the ditch You like to watch when I bleed (like a coward) I've got some right here for you I push you down on your knees (such a good whore) I make your dreams come true At 60 miles an hour on course and pace in hybrid mental states So my pathetic limp kiss has never caught this way No catalyst begins across the face of those who end Leaving its scar too deep for all of your attempts to mend Come on cowards Come on you whores I've got no choice but this if I can't get rid of it You'll never be any match For what I can do to myself I'm still stuck here breaking it backwards apart Watching all the raindrops cover up before we can start ( like a coward) Without a doubt that all will be washed away There's still no proof to see if I will someday You like to watch when I bleed (like a coward) I've got some right here for you I push you down on your knees (such a good whore) I make your dreams come true I've got no choice but this if I can't get rid of it You'll never be any match For what I can do to myself Come on cowards/come on you whores