Set the Pace

The stress of fame will it only burn in flames

Get in, get out, there's no fucking way out

Through lots of shame's always playing the same game

Get in, get out, there's no fucking way out

I've always thought what you meant is to attract her

Made it at my throat, tilting head forever

Oh, and there's no way for me to get her

Made it at my shame, tilting head forever

I am always looking for more

My back is so fucking sore

From carrying the weight

Of my own fucking words

Carrying the weight

Of my own fucking world

The stress of fame will it only burn in flames

Get in, get out, there's no fucking way out

Through lots of shame always playing the same game

Get in, get out, there's no fucking way out

I can't believe that I'm still hungry for more

After all these years of chasing swallows and whores

My crushed translucent shadow

I'm only blind in the dust

My only moral is lust

I'm sure I'm so fucking lost

I am always looking for more

My back is so fucking sore

I am always looking for more

My back is so fucking sore

I am always looking for more

My back is so fucking sore

From carrying the weight

Of the world