Amoral Sex N' Satan Lyrics

Here's the thing with self-medicating
You live for the highs, you die from the aching
(Oh, how I enjoy the burn
Once it's on there's no return)

The rumours you've heard,
each one is true
The partying's excessive, the methods all but new
(If it ain't broke, don't you fix it
No goddamn advice from the backseat)

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Six-string razorcuts
Afterparty clusterf*cks
Embracing the clichés, living the life Think fast, look alive

These scars in my skin mark a time
and a place
A band of brothers,
a punch in the face
(And I refuse to regret these
f*ck no, I refuse to regret these)

Not about to slow down the pace
To hold back would be a disgrace
(Ain't getting any younger here
Gotta get it all out before we disappear)

refrain

Sex N' Satan baby