This song is called, 'it's a metaphor fool' Sixteen names on my list But none of them Could ever get me hot like this Got your scars on my wrists You're safe inside my fists All you are to me is dead skin Flaking off my hands On to the pavement All you are to me is dead skin Breaking up my band Won't bring you payment Whoa-oh-oh Loved like no other Whoa-oh-oh We told your mother (x 2) 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 adorned When you were born Whoa-oh-oh Loved like no other Whoa-oh-oh We told your mother (x 2) We told your mother baby boy 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 (x2)