Family Portrait by The manners Lyrics

Lock the door before you leave
This is just another story that I refuse to recreate
The sound drowning my liver is deafening
I’m sick and tired of playing me, playing me
I’m immortalized in still life and black and white
They’ll only know me for violent way I choose die
Finally my face will never leave the public’s eye
Privately and silently my fame comes at a price

There’s a glass woman in the basement
With all of my hopes and dreams
So I’ll drink to the occasion in the fondest loving memory
I’ll be alone in my room with the symphony
Play me off for my final trajectory
Help me
Let me out