Suicide Hotline, Pt. 2 - Betzefer

Oh no, I’m a liar

It’s the dent in your smile

Causing the friction

Oh no, what a riot

It was never the sex

Just the affliction

I’m all about receiving it

And my television set is on it

It’s too late for any real action

And my fluctuations grab me by the tongue

Oh no, what a riot

Just a piece of your led

Left in my meat, still

Oh no, I’m a liar

Such a terrible day

Just give me a reason

Let out a sigh

You can’t deny

You take my call

We only stall

I’m all about receiving it

And my television set is on it

It’s too late for any real action

And my fluctuations grab me by the tongue

All tired of regret

You’ll be soon to forget

That all my love is a lie

You caught a glimpse of my eye

Oh no, I’m a liar

It’s the dent in your smile

Causing the friction