10-22

What a tragic affection to harbour,
A soul is seeking salvation to squander,
Such a beautiful burden to bear alone,
I know

Rants and fictions of violence,
Breaking the silence,
Hiding the wake of our deception,
Guarding desperate secrets buried below,
And you know…

Tell me again you’re fuc*** up excuses,
Dying fighting a life of abuse,
When fame is your game,
You say I’m to blame,
But you know, but you know

This moment carries my last hesitation,
Seducing anger to haste my separation,
This solemn piece of a guilty net it grows, so cold,
Your every breath now strengthens my affliction,
My tears have faded, all hope of your conviction,
You were never the martyr you pretended to be,
And you know

Tell me again you’re fuc*** up excuses,
Dying fighting a life of abuse,
When fame is your game,
You say I’m to blame,
But you know, but you know

Tell me again you’re fuckless excuses,
Holding on at the end of the noose,
When fame is your game,
You say I’m to blame,
But you know, but you know

How they love you now,
Tear drops rain down,
Nobody cares, nobody cares,

Tell me again you’re fuc*** up excuses,
Dying fighting a life of abuse,
When fame is your game,
You say I’m to blame,
But you know, but you know

You know
How they love you now
You know
Tear drops rain down
You know
How they love you now