You've got a good job and a great life Strong belief in the afterlife Spend all your time complaining So you really should be thinking Of those people you think you're above I think I've seen this one before Where the lead man stumbles through the door Idolize his statue, like on the outside But inside he's rotten to the core
You must think that it's so important You can't keep your nights from your days Now it's gotten too deep And you can't fall asleep You couldn't keep your ghost awake
You think you've got it figured out this time Hoping that luck pays the bills Nicotine and a drama queen is all you have left But inside you're dying for more
You must think that it's so important You can't keep your nights from your days Now it's gotten too deep And you can't fall asleep You couldn't keep your ghost awake
Come on tell him you love Help this man rise above this Blasphemy and tyranny Come on tell him you love Help this man rise above This blasphemy, this tyranny The circuitry of everything It's blinding me, it's crippling You would be thinking that it's just so important But I know we're supposed to be afraid Now you've gone too far You're not what you want to be (Not what you want to be) Now you're not what you want to be
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