My Life in the Knife Trade (Acoustic)

How many times have I noticed that our eyes hardly ever meet?
From your judgment seat I can feel the anger for my very being.
Fill me in on when you became such a big part of my life
that I should bother with all your lies designed to bring me down.
Wrong again. Don't depend on any reaction again.

I remember the icy walls that shot up from no where.
And I can see every lie that you've ever told yourself.
You bleed me dry, and I don't ask why
but I'm left with the dust.
Juda's kiss, I dismiss, thank you all for this. I am unjudged, I am.

Wait again... I'm not through with the screaming.
I contend that you've got nothing better to do...

Trade my life for a barrel of gold.
Find someone else before I get too old.
If I live my life for aesthetic gain,
will you repay me with all your shame?

I can see every light inside your brain
go on every time that I walk by for nods and whispers.
Your comfort in my suffering is no longer disturbing.
I'm lost beyond your petty stopwatch in life's real time, life's real...

Wait again... I'm not through with the screaming.
And I contend that you've got nothing better to do.

Trade my life for a barrel of gold.
Find someone else before I get too old.
If I live my life for aesthetic gain,
will you repay me with all your shame?

Don't get up...
I was only leaving the room.
When the door of your judgment swings back around again,
maybe I'll stop to watch your act,
and I'll go on my way...

I've seen quite enough of too many childish games.
I'm ashamed of every moment that I ever gave them the time of day.

All the worst of enemies
are somehow always
friends that used to be.