Hypocrisy
Strap me to the torch and burn me 'cause I'm strange
Shun me from society. Tell them I'm to blame
You've stitched my lips and damned me from above
Is this what happens to the victims of your "love"
From out of man's dreams, comes a lie to save me from myself
When superstition fails, they say, "You've served me well"
I believe in myself. Is that so wrong
"Get out of our lives if you want to sing your songs"
I will not leave. You can't make me
I will not leave. Not until you're free
Of this mental sleep. Yea, this hypocrisy
It's killing me
The world threw me out with this morning's trash
I rise from debris with my pride shattered like glass
Look here, my eyes are blue. I have no fangs
So throw away your garlic and open up my cage
From out of man's dreams, comes a lie to save me from myself
When superstition fails, I say, "You've served me well"
I believe in myself. Is that so wrong
"Get out of our lives if you want to sing your songs"
I will not leave. You can't make me
I will not leave. Not until you're free
Of this mental sleep. Yea, this hypocrisy
It's killing me
I will not leave. You can't make me
I will not leave. Not until you're free
I will not leave. You can't make me
I will not leave. Not until you're free
Of this mental sleep. Yea, this hypocrisy
It's killing me
Shun me from society. Tell them I'm to blame
You've stitched my lips and damned me from above
Is this what happens to the victims of your "love"
From out of man's dreams, comes a lie to save me from myself
When superstition fails, they say, "You've served me well"
I believe in myself. Is that so wrong
"Get out of our lives if you want to sing your songs"
I will not leave. You can't make me
I will not leave. Not until you're free
Of this mental sleep. Yea, this hypocrisy
It's killing me
The world threw me out with this morning's trash
I rise from debris with my pride shattered like glass
Look here, my eyes are blue. I have no fangs
So throw away your garlic and open up my cage
From out of man's dreams, comes a lie to save me from myself
When superstition fails, I say, "You've served me well"
I believe in myself. Is that so wrong
"Get out of our lives if you want to sing your songs"
I will not leave. You can't make me
I will not leave. Not until you're free
Of this mental sleep. Yea, this hypocrisy
It's killing me
I will not leave. You can't make me
I will not leave. Not until you're free
I will not leave. You can't make me
I will not leave. Not until you're free
Of this mental sleep. Yea, this hypocrisy
It's killing me
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Writer(s): Ricky Stewart
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