French Exit Lyrics

A sinful obsession to keep myself idle

Rather shatter the glass than become the disciple

No saint of the 'nary

Scale the sides of my ego

Spit it out

I'll never stop spitting in your mouth

The harm inside a glass

A fragmentary blue

Carry me through

Your exit wounds

I don't care about your state of denial cause I'm sittin' by the window with a saucer and a smile like

What's next, what's left, what's sex, was this death or just a test?

I don't want to be the dust settling

A colorless view when there's nothing left of me

And I still stare when there's nothing left

And I still stare when there's nothing

(I got mine, but I want more)

I'm still there when there's nothing

(I got mine, but I want more)

Where's my violent equivalent?

What's my violent equivalent?

Where is it?

Where is it?