This song is called   it's a metaphor fool   sixteen names on my list   but none of them could ever get me high like this   got your scars in my wrist   you're safe inside my fist (now let the fun begin! sing!)   all you are to me is dead skin   flaking off my hand onto the pavement   all you are to me is dead skin   braking up my band wont bring you payment      woah (love like no other)   woah (we told your mother)   woah (love like no other)   woah (i told your mother)      so here's the plan   you're giving in to every sick demand   buying the band our own apartment   here is your past   flashing forward out to whip your ass   into the form adorn when you were born   woah      woah (love like no other)   woah (and told your mother)   woah (love like no other)   woah (we told your bother baby boy)      all you are to me is dead   all you are to me is dead   all you are to me is dead skin (comon!)      all you are to me is dead   sixty bullets split your head   all you are to me is dead skin (gogogo)      all you are to me is dead   all you are to me is dead   all you are to me is dead skin      all you are to me is dead   sixty bullets split your head   all you are to me is dead skin