Male Di Miele

Security has a soft belly
But it's a demon lying between us
You miss it, so you might not believe it
But I didn't feel free
And it's not sweet being unique
But if you have a bullet, I’ll set you free
Real mistakes are stronger then
When they pretend to be dead, you know

Bundle up tight if you feel cold
You’ve got low pressure in your soul
How strange is the taste I can’t seem to feel
Honey sickness
And the greatness of my morals
Is proportional to my success
So I made the bed as best I could, you know
It looks like we never slept in it

Bundle up tight if you feel cold
You’ve got low pressure in your soul
How strange is the taste I can’t seem to feel
Honey sickness
I give you the same chances
As snow in the middle of hell, how about that?
Honey sickness