(Tremble, tremble, tremble)n(Tremble, tremble, tremble)nMy lips they tremble from this silencenBut I'd rather chew on razor bladesnThen speak the words I want to saynnDon't tell me you are sorrynI see this thing all too clearly nownWe're past apologiesnI just want you to bleed like mennI (Tremble)nShould have known (Tremble)nBut I never thought you'd do this to me (Tremble)nIt (Tremble)nHurts to laugh (Tremble)nNow that I know the joke was on me (Tremble)nnAnd it makes me sick to thinknAbout all those dirty thingsnAnd the pictures in my headnYou should have slit my throat insteadnIt would of made more sensenWe wouldn't have this messnThe blood would drynBut the lies you hide are rotting your insidesn(Tremble, tremble, tremble)nnMy stomach's got this aching feelingnThinkings got the best of menBrought out the worst for all to seenThis feels like everybody knows a secret I don'tnThese malicious grins and whisperingnA vicious plot to kill what's left of mennAnd it makes me sick to thinknAbout all those dirty thingsnAnd the pictures in my headnYou should have slit my throat insteadnIt would of made more sensenWe wouldn't have this messnThe blood would drynBut the lies you hide are rotting your insidesnnThey'll never known'Cause we'll never tellnYour secret's safe with menI'll never let it out (And they'll never know)n(And they'll never know)n(And they'll never know)n(And they'll never know)n(And they'll never know)n(And they'll never know)n(And they'll never know)nYour secret's safe with me (And they'll never know)nI'll never let it out (My lips they tremble from this silence)n(Silence, silence, silence)nnI (Tremble)nShould have known (Tremble)nBut I never thought you'd do this to me (Tremble)nIt (Tremble)nHurts to laugh (Tremble)nNow that I know the joke was on me (Tremble)nnAnd it makes me sick to thinknAbout all those dirty thingsnAnd the pictures in my headnYou should have slit my throat insteadnIt would of made more sensenWe wouldn't have this messnThe blood would drynBut the lies you hide are rotting your insidesnnAnd it makes me sick to thinknAbout all those dirty thingsnAnd the pictures in my headnYou should have slit my throat insteadnIt would of made more sensenWe wouldn't have this messnThe blood would drynBut the lies you hide are rotting your insidesn(My lips they tremble from this silence)n(Silence, silence)