For Your Pleasure

Wear your desecration
Like a decoration of your war
Scars that make impressions
After all that's what these lessons have all been for

How can I face this disease?
I can't get away from me
How can I face this disease?
How can I face this?
Can anybody help me?
How can I face this day?

Take it by the fucking throat and say that I will live through this
Take it by the fucking soul and live through this

For your pleasure
Or your pain
Society's a game

While they campaign in poetry
And govern in prose
In their twisted sorority
Vying for the throne
You never really know just who the king choose
Till your bygones are gone

Wear your desecration
Like a decoration of war, of your war
That's what these lessons have all been for, all been for

Everything wrong with you is the same thing that's wrong with me
What's wrong with me is everything wrong with you

It's a brand new mirror
I see myself for the first time
It's oh so clear
Open my heart
Open my mind