Fine Art

歌詞

You! You are a disaster You are a master of the fine art The fine art of falling apart How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back? How'd you get your arms to bend back like that? Me? I'm just a bastard Another master of the fine art The fine art of falling apart They're coming back to point and laugh and ask me: "How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back? How'd you get your arms to bend back like that? How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back? How'd you get your arms to bend back like that? How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?" Burn it down You pour the gas And I'll strike the match And we'll turn our back on this pile of ash And the only things left Will be the bones of our promises