Hypocrite
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
You have no conscience, you've got a taste for the rage
Burning every motherfucker that stands in your way
You call it progress, I call it pleasure for pain
Standing closer to the fire, get a taste of the flame
Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground
You are the lines, I'm the in-between
You are the match, I'm the gasoline
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
You say you'd pray for me
Your hands around my neck
You say that I'm to blame
Hypocrite
You love the violence, you've got a taste for decay
Digging holes for the bodies that you keep in a cage
You call it progress, I call it nothing to gain
Standing closer to the fire, I can see the way you
Burn, burn, burn, burn
You are the lines, I'm the in-between
Burn, burn, burn, burn
You are the match, I'm the gasoline
You say you'd pray for me
Your hands around my neck
You say that I'm to blame
But you forget you're the hypocrite
You say you'd pray for me
Your hands around my neck
You think we're all the same
But you forget you're the hypocrite, hypocrite
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
Dead skin with a chip on my shoulder
Light the match, I'm the fucking flamethrower
You say you'd pray for me
Your hands around my neck
You say that I'm to blame
But you forget you're the hypocrite
You say you'd pray for me
Your hands around my neck
You think we're all the same
But you forget you're the hypocrite, hypocrite
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
You have no conscience, you've got a taste for the rage
Burning every motherfucker that stands in your way
You call it progress, I call it pleasure for pain
Standing closer to the fire, get a taste of the flame
Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground
You are the lines, I'm the in-between
You are the match, I'm the gasoline
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
You say you'd pray for me
Your hands around my neck
You say that I'm to blame
Hypocrite
You love the violence, you've got a taste for decay
Digging holes for the bodies that you keep in a cage
You call it progress, I call it nothing to gain
Standing closer to the fire, I can see the way you
Burn, burn, burn, burn
You are the lines, I'm the in-between
Burn, burn, burn, burn
You are the match, I'm the gasoline
You say you'd pray for me
Your hands around my neck
You say that I'm to blame
But you forget you're the hypocrite
You say you'd pray for me
Your hands around my neck
You think we're all the same
But you forget you're the hypocrite, hypocrite
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
Close your eyes, come a little bit closer
Got a secret, and it's time that I told you
Dead skin with a chip on my shoulder
Light the match, I'm the fucking flamethrower
You say you'd pray for me
Your hands around my neck
You say that I'm to blame
But you forget you're the hypocrite
You say you'd pray for me
Your hands around my neck
You think we're all the same
But you forget you're the hypocrite, hypocrite
Credits
Writer(s): Randy James Slaugh, Andrew Marcus Baylis, Damon Austen Tate, Evan Mckeever, Michael Valadez, Tyler Garrison Ennis, Ryan Trinh
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