Piece of masters, casting art
The only lasting part as there's casting dark
Got a plaster brain and a flickering spark
And a shotgun blast to a bastard heart

Not a bastard son, I'm not a bastard, son,
I'm the master one at masking fun
Revel in the acid of the past undone
Unravel certain secrets of the only one

Who can understand the space in my hands
Walk across this land with my eyesight banned
From the crushes, luscious, lustful ran
Dom acts of loneliness, I can't

Relive any of 'em, go into the future
Get these feelings that I'm ever so used to
Psychic scars and mental bruises
Get into another sitch like this, I'll lose it

Life of love has left me useless
Too bad, I got no excuses
Dug my holes myself to prove this
Wasted admiration's bullshit

Oh look who's in love again
It's just that little psycho kid
Who has some problems in his head
And all he wants is a girlfriend

Now it's not key to his survival
It's just a weapon against his rival
Sir Dick Depression turned his life out
From the inside, yeah what's to do now?

Can't mope, the hurt was not on purpose
Cope with penned down personal verses
Inspiration from the wordsmith
Who had it much worse, Mr. Curtis

And the lonely sing
And the broken sing
And the aching sing
Love will tear us apart but it won't put an end to my bastard heart

So let love tear me in two
Giving easy access to my heart, pull it through
Maybe then you'll see what I've tried to do
Over and over again, it is true

That I care too much, that I love too much
That I get too attached and I yearn to touch
That I try too hard, that I try to start
Something that will never happen, play the part

Of the man on wire, of the man on fire
I've been breaking down and I'm goddamn tired
Of this goddamn world, of this goddamn place
It's a motherfucking good goddamn disgrace

So let God damn me in my home
And make me feel not so alone
With a knick-knack, paddywhack, nurse's on the phone
Hit me with a little bit of stockholm syndrome

Don't give me a cure
I'm sick of everything, I'm sure
A click of a gun and I'm out the door
Send me back to the golden days of yore

Where everything was simple, all directness
No analyzation, don't connect this
To that or anything about my weakness
Fuck that, I can't comprehend this

I'm going out my mind
God knows this ain't the final time
I trod along, you think I'm fine
But I am on the other side

Of the spectrum, can't you see it
Wish I could up and delete it
All my thoughts and all my feelings
My own psychoses, I find sickening

And the lonely sing
And the broken sing
And the aching sing
Love will tear us apart but it won't put an end to my bastard heart