Don't give a s**t

I'm egoist

The apple falls far from the tree

They're throwing kitchen sinks

I smell the lies

I hear the sighs

I spit out teeth into your hands

And I don't understand

When we hear the bells

When we hear the bells

When we hear the bells, we all know we're going to hell

This isn't love, it's anarchy

With a kiss and a crutch

My lips spit up sweet things

Only like me when I'm stuck in your head

Only bite me when I'm dead

My lines get fluffed

Don't give a f*ck

The blood is warm upon my skin

Dizzy with endorphins

Don't let me breathe

Or I might think

These frays of friction sickening

Intoxicating me

When we hear the bell

When we hear the bell

When we hear the bell, we all know we're going to hell

This isn't love, it's anarchy

With a kiss and a crutch

My lips spit up sweet things

Only like me when I'm in your head

Only bite me when

(Yeah!)

This isn't love, it's anarchy

With a kiss and a crutch

My lips spit up sweet things

Only like me when I'm in your head

Only bite me when I'm dead

When we hear the bell

When we hear the bell

When we hear the bell, we all know we're going to hell

This isn't love, it's anarchy

With a kiss and a crutch

My lips spit up sweet things

Only like me when I'm stuck in your head

Only bite me when I'm dead

This isn't love, it's anarchy

With a kiss and a crutch

My lips spit up sweet things

Only like me when I'm stuck in your head

Only bite me when I'm dead