Run

We're all just a bunch of losers
Some meaningless reality abusers
Can't be even bothered to look around
Fact check that's for someone else
You just wear the crown

Now
Everybody's looking
You're like whatever
It's all down to you
But you can't pull through
You're screwed
Watcha gonna do

Blame somebody apart from me
There's no questioning my abilities
You're distinguished members of society
But there's no running from your enemies

So point the finger to your God

Can't hear you
Are you crying for help
Can't hear you
Wanna give you a hand

Can't hear you
Are you crying for help
Can't hear you
Wanna give you a hand

You keep running and running
Never stop
But someday you'll get tired
Just fucking drop

Never realize if you've done
Right or wrong
Cuz this whole time
You've been sprinting a marathon

If you never gonna, hold up
If you never gonna, own up
Look into the mirror can you even
See yourself
This what you intend
You really beg
For contempt

Blame somebody apart from me
There's no questioning my abilities
You're distinguished members of society
But there's no running from your enemies

So point the finger to your God

Can't hear you
Are you crying for help
Can't hear you
Wanna give you a hand

Can't hear you
Are you crying for help
Can't hear you
Wanna give you a hand

So point the finger to your God
So point the finger to your God

Sick and tired of you losers
Pointing your fingers to somebody else
Always behaving like nobody
Never trying to be somebody
Coming up to my face with your own bullshit

Well, I've got one last thing to say
Point the finger to your God

Can't hear you
Are you crying for help
Can't hear you
Wanna give you a hand

Can't hear you
Are you crying for help
Can't hear you
Wanna give you a hand



Credits
Writer(s): Darren Patrick Flynn, Tudor Davies
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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