AFI – Transference

No room for doubt, accusations one to ten,

You’ve got my number, you’ve got my number

No wasting time, now, you’ve got me dialed

I’m one hundred eleven less than perfection

Pride has faltered now you’re left crawling (keep your disease)

Sealed lips will not cease the calling (your disease)

Pride has faltered now you’re left crawling (no shame)

Sealed lips will not cease the calling

Pathetic eyes, complimenting what’s inside,

I’ve got your number, I’ve got your number

So appalled as I watch you purge

Now see if your fiction reads salvation

Pride has faltered now you’re left crawling (keep your disease)

Sealed lips will not cease the calling (your disease)

Pride has faltered now you’re left crawling (no shame)

Sealed lips will not cease the calling

No room for doubt, no pity is deserved

You’ve got my number, you’ve got my number

Coincidence, you’ve assessed correct

I’m one hundred eleven less than perfection

Pride has faltered now you’re left crawling (keep your disease)

Sealed lips will not cease the calling (your disease)

Pride has faltered now you’re left crawling (no shame)

Sealed lips will not cease the calling

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