starters taken from lyrics from the album perverts by ethel cain.
no one you know is a good person.
it is such a precious, magnificent thing to be loved.
it took something from me, something i can't quite explain.
in the morning i will mar myself again.
let me tell you how much i've come to hate you since i began to live.
i want to know what god knows.
if you want, you can bite me.
if you want, you can bite me, and i won't move.
do you think you know how to give up?
i can tell you right now, it's beautiful.
when you were young, you said you wished that someone loved you.
i am what i am, and i am nothing.
what you do is nothing to me.
fast, reckless driving often leads to slow, sad music.
it is no good, speaking of fairness.
it has always been this way.
i've tried so hard to explain in words what it meant to me, how it felt to me, but maybe it’s not meant to be explainеd.
and still, they didn't die.
such a wondrous and painful thing, to be loved.
i am sure that hell must be cold.
you won't lose me to the thunder or lightning.
you won't lose me to the thunder or lightning, but you could to crowded rooms.
you don't, and you never will.
i would recommend that you take just as much as you need to feel good.
i always wondered if it would come back.
i want to know what it feels like.
i am what i am, and we are not the same.
we will not speak of this place again.
i like that sound you make, when you're clawing at the edge and without escape.
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you...
i have always possessed the insatiable need to see what happens inside the room.
do you think you know what it means to be loved?
the devil i know is the devil i want.
i am that i was as i no longer am for i am nothing.
until then, i guess i'll just lie here and wait.
if you love me, keep it to yourself.
it's happening to everybody.