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Tell me why does everything I do feel like a lie
Why are my objectives subject to a trial
Filled with a jury projecting denial
Of the crimes they themselves have committed time and time again

There is no way, no god damn fucking way
You'll ever hear me say I'm sorry for what I've done
End of the day we all end up buried
But the biggest difference here I'm happy to lie in this bed I've made 'til it's a grave

'Til it's a grave
And you can bury yourself

If you're expecting some answers this evening
Facts with some distorted meanings
And if you're hoping that I'll spare your feelings
Then I suggest your dumb ass best be leaving

I am nothing like what I'm seeming
But why speak my truth when no one will believe me
Creating my own storm is easy
Hard part is faking it like this shit ain't breezy

I'm not afraid of all the shame to come
There's no escape, let it wallow until I drown
Unprovoked hate is just another way for us
To place the blame onto someone while we're falling down

And don't you dare fucking test me
You can put me on the stand, but I'll never stand alone
No, I'll never stand alone

I'd rather fall than to let y'all just shut me up

I've seen my own death exactly how I'll die
And it looks like the life I led could very well be followed by

Hate, disgrace, and a real bad taste
In the mouths of those too afraid to show their face

Hate, disgrace, and a real bad taste
In the mouths of those too afraid to show their face