Cursive - Sinner's Serenade Lyrics
Oh God, no,Please don't tell herWhat I've done;I can hardly look at herEverything I love I hurtOh God, yes,She is love, she is sex,But I used her for the game;A scapegoat to carry the blameFor a hate songFor a hate songLike masochism,I hate these hate songsHolding a doveThen clipping it's wings offSomeone you loveAnd you give them the kiss offSomeone to loveAnd you ***** it up!How I hate these dirty words I emulateHow I hate ruining what I createHow I hate this(and I hate that you don't fall for it)This sinner's serenadeThis hate song(this self defecation)Isn't helping anyoneSave the sinnerSave the sinnerSave the sinnerHe knows not what he's done to himself,What he's done to othersHe hides behind words,he hides behind liquor;He hides in his bedroom with his guitarScreaming, "Sinner!"Oh GodLook what I've doneIn the bedroom.