Fuel - Bittersweet Lyrics
Seven sins of wantonness andEverything thats good is goneSell it all for glory from the peersSilicone priestess scratch the back andTwists the knife to boneKick against the pricks and scrape the shinsIm the enemy in the enemies nowSwallowed the pillDrank to the fillAll these things I carry nowIn this bittersweet, in this bittersweet nowTry to hold the world there sinking,Swimming in a paper cupTry to own the one beneath the skinHeld up to the flame till singeingSkin begins to draw and tuckNever told theres a chance to winWhat couldnt be, wouldnt be nowHold your hands up to the sky and trySo hard to rise aboveBut everything is beating down