Believe me I've heard all your pleas And misguided misery You're burning holes through your keys And marching all through the streets Your burn us all for justice For causes with no substance Calling for wars for the oppressed Claiming it's for those bereft
Woe is me, my choices don't conform to yours Bless your heart, but my pity's needed with the lost Woe is me, who falters when they're shown the door Tear apart, all our passion for your holocaust
You preach to those who can't sing Ones whose free will is dying Your honest hearts mean nothing When the causes are your kings You blame the rich for the poor Employed them as virtue whores Crave attention, seek report All from the scabs you abhor
Woe is me, my choices don't conform to yours Bless your heart, but my pity's needed with the lost Woe is me, who falters when they're shown the door Tear apart, all our passion for your holocaust
Impeding On our free will Deafening Dying peopleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
