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Jan 2014
I'm always trying to get you to understand me
I'm always screaming, always hoping, yet,
You have blinders over your eyes preventing you to really see
Maybe I should just quit, and accept the fact that we'll never be the same
It's really sad to say, I've tried so hard to make it work,
But I can't deal with this pain
One day I'll leave, be gone forever, never to return
And you'll still be sitting at church
Selling your sins to be sure you stay "pure"
This is it, I've had enough
You tell me you try, but you're just selling me gimmicks and lies
One day you'll pay for your destruction, and it'll be one big surprise
You live in a box, with no way of thinking for yourself
You think you're doing good,
Sitting all day reading lousy "self-help"
Well this is it, I've had enough
Your God has no sympathy,
He doesn't even exist
You do nothing but pretend,
Going to the confessional just to sleep with the priest
Please,
I'm done hearing your excuses
I've spent my whole life just trying to make you happy
It's all over now,
I'm telling the truth
One day I'll leave, be gone forever, never to return
And you'll still be sitting at church
Selling your sins to be sure you stay "pure"
This is it, I've had enough
You tell me you try, but you're just selling me gimmicks and lies
One day you'll pay for your destruction, and it'll be one big surprise
You live in a box, with no way of thinking for yourself
You think you're doing good,
Sitting all day reading lousy "self-help"
Well this is it, I've had enough
One day I'll leave, be gone forever, never to return
And you'll still be sitting at church
Selling your sins to be sure you stay "pure"
This is it, I've had enough
(Please, just meet me halfway)
(Please, just tell me you'll stay)
You tell me you try, but you're just selling me gimmicks and lies
One day you'll pay for your destruction, and it'll be one big surprise
You live in a box, with no way of thinking for yourself
You think you're doing good,
Sitting all day reading lousy "self-help"
Well this is it, I've had enough
I've finally had enough
Another song.
Someone
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