Psychotic Euphoric

If she said she loved she lied
Life's just [bad word] with a story-line
And this is all that it's ever gonna be
As we play with words
With words
What it will say is not what it's gonna think
This curse of tongue's
We've all been jinxed.

Watch [bad word] and go as [bad word] and go
Youthful faces mindless eyes.
Watch [bad word] and go as [bad word] and go
Withered mouths that they'll dispise.
And when you thought you'd figured it out
The picture-perfect faces
That all the mind erases
But it was all inside your head.

little bit of blood for a little bit of beef
little broken half-heart [bad word] 
Don't think it'll make a difference if you have a bit of fun
That's why pencils have erasers that's why god invented guns.
Couldn't resist the drama, couldn't resist the scene
Couldn't keep your [bad word] [bad word] in your jeans.
As you looked into her eyes, her [bad word] and her [bad word] 
I hope you tasted my [bad word] [bad word] on her lips.

Why do we waste time
Falling in love
Don't waste time speaking
Cos you talk too much.
So let the [bad word] burn till all effect are gone
Dreaming's better than living
Cos it makes me, yes, it makes me god.