Verse 1 I’m not afraid of the unknown. I’m not afraid of sitting in the dark alone. I’m not afraid of never making it home. You hold on to everything I’m willing to let go. That’s where we differ. I stand taller with my hands around your throat. Chorus Deterioration isn’t in my vocabulary. You want an apology in the middle of a chamber ceremony. I’m standing in a field beneath the mines that could blow me apart. You represent everyone who came before me. No fangs can bite deep enough to own me. Save your games for the ones before me, the ones before me. Verse 2: I don’t break when things don’t pan out as I predict. I don’t crumble under pressure when I don’t get what I invest in. I’m a creature of habit, I just move on to the next, because no matter what happens, there’s always another vessel ready for what I possess. They’re ready to drown in the sickness I give. Chorus Deterioration isn’t in my vocabulary. You want an apology in the middle of a chamber ceremony. I’m standing in a field beneath the mines that could blow me apart. You represent everyone who came before me. No fangs can bite deep enough to own me. Save your games for the ones before me, the ones before me. Bridge: Swallow my pride for what? What could I possibly gain? If you think common sense will rewire my brain, then you’re speaking in vain. I walk away from anything that doesn’t cure my domain. I’ve learned to live with the damage, I’ve learned to live with the pain. I don’t need your understanding, I don’t need you to explain. If losing you means finding me, then I’ll do it all again. Because some things never change, they only change the name. Chorus Deterioration isn’t in my vocabulary. You want an apology in the middle of a chamber ceremony. I’m standing in a field beneath the mines that could blow me apart. You represent everyone who came before me. No fangs can bite deep enough to own me. Save your games for the ones before me, the ones before me.
