I point the finger at you.
Scream until my face is blue.
But you still hale everything.
I point the finger at you.
The Beau monde through and through.
You still hate everything.
Turn the lights on.
Watch them scatter.
Exterminate the idle chatter.
I point the finger at you.
Until you're cold, dead and blue.
But you still hate everything.
If you're right it feels good to be wrong.
Raised fist and a fuck you song.
If you're right it feels good to be wrong.
Slaughtering the pigs.
How do you sleep?
I point the finger at you.
You don't have a fucking clue.
But you still hate everything;
I point the finger at you.
Doesn't matter what I do.
Cause you still hate everything.
Turn the lights on.
Watch them scatter.
Exterminate the idle chatter.
I point the finger at you.
Lie and lie until it's truth.
But you still hate everything.
If you're right it feels good to be wrong.
Raised fist and a fuck you song.
If you're right it feels good to be wrong.
Slaughtering the pigs.
How do you sleep?
No change.
No shift.
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There is no war without warriors.
How do you sleep?
How do you plead?
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