It was the second of March and death hadn't taught me a thing
All suicide, black and white, the bell rang serpentine
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
A lonely liar with chapped lipped apologies
I share my belt with dead friends
A staring contest that never ends
It never ends
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
I am mine
I am mine
I am mine
Mine
On the second of March, Death hadn't taught me a thing
All suicide, black and white, the bell rang serpentine
There was no love lost as heaven lost it's sakes
No love lost through the sweats and the shakes
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
A lonely liar with chapped lipped apologies
I share my belt with dead friends
A staring contest that never ends
It never ends
I am mine
I am mine
I am mine
Mine
I am mine