Curve

Chinese Burn

 

She burns friends like a piece of wood
And she's jealous of me because she never could.
Hold herself up without a spine
And she'll look me up when she's doing fine.
Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture,
She's just someone's favorite daughter.
Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
Friends and enemies they're all the same.
All the same...
Crush her fame, burn her name...
She'll break a promise as a matter of course,
Because she thinks it's fun to have no remorse.
She gets what she wants and then walks away,
And she doesn't give a fuck what you might say.
Because it cuts her up like Irish mortar,
Mother's pride is what we taught her.
Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her,
Friend or enemy we're all to blame.
Burn us bad...
Flaunt her flame...
She'll make us remember, make us remember
Her name...
Burn us bad...
Flaunt her flame...
She'll make us remember, make us remember
Her name...
She sits still like she knows she could,
She could win this game and be the queen for good.
Save herself up for the cream of the crop,
Then she'll look us up when she's ready to stop.
Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture,
She's just someone's favorite daughter.
Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
Friends and enemies are all that came.
To burn her name, crush her fame...
To burn her name, crush her fame...
To burn her name, crush her fame...
To burn her name, crush her fame...
We're all to blame.

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