An Ode to the Masochists

[Verse 1]
Patience getting thin
My senses are failing
Could you at least pretend

[Bridge]
Alright, you can't kid a kidder
Push in, not faking it tonight

[Verse 2]
Tied up and tainted
You said we could've made it
But every word you said was just a lie

[Pre-Chorus]
So take me by the hand
Say something I can stand
It's better to burn out than be a man

[Chorus]
So take your last chance, pretend you didn't fuck it up
I'll try to cover your tracks if I can

[Verse 3]
Laughed in our faces; hideous places
Sick of the night drives; birthing the night sky

[Chorus]
So take this last chance, pretend you didn't fuck it up
I'll try to cover your tracks if I can

[Post-Chorus]
Off to the races
It's such a shame you've missed your mark
I find my comfort in how far that you fall

[Outro]
This is an ode to the masochists
Woah
This is an ode to the masochists