Marshal Soul - Chop Suey Soad

You want it?
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up.
You want it?
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
You want it?
I don't think you trust myself right too sincere.
I cry when angels deserve to die.
Wake up, wake up, grab a brush and put a little makeup.
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up.
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?