weakness is the secret

this doesn't mean i'm waiting
anticipating death
capital unkindness
laying it to rest
I'm not that easy
you're not that smart
not to say I'm not about to fall apart

grasping for more time
struggling with my pride
bend me 'til I break
'til I make a sad mistake
what brings you down on me
making fun of me
making fun of me

I hope it makes you laugh
'til all the tensions gone
whatever makes you shake
whatever turns you on
it's not that easy
you're not that smart
not to say you're not about to fall apart

here he is your torture boy
his secrets all exposed
easy equations
multiply your ego
up for the stroke
whatever makes you shake
I hope it makes you choke
I hope it makes you choke

running circles round him
poke him to provoke him
look him in the eye
with a stare like eyes
up for the stroke
I hope it makes you choke
then all the tensions gone
I hope it makes you choke

kindness is a virtue
deferred the little upsets
bringing on the breakdown
breaker to the broken
breaker to the broken
breaker to the broken
breaker to the broken

did I put you on the spot
even left you hot
did it hit that spot
does it make you hot or leave you cold?
starting to feel old
does it make you hot or leave you cold?
starting to feel old
I've been living in eternal youth
you'd be genocide to hide the proof
I'd drag you down if you'd let me follow
sabotage, quitter, low blow, schitzo
the weakness is the secret of the strength
the weakness is the sweetness in the stench
the weakness is the secret of the strength
the weakness is the sweetness in the stench
the weakness is the secret of the strength
the weakness is the sweetness in the stench