Red

Now I'm free, you goddamned leech
Fuck your pulpit, and fuck what you preach
You may have the world at your feet
But nothing in this life is concrete

You're self-indulgent at my expense
So let me give you my two cents

It must be nice, isn't it?
Sitting in your castles dressed like kings
It must be nice in the end
To feel like the world's beneath your feet

So why don't you say it? Say it
Your lies made us believers
Say it, say it
You looked away when we were
Living in the rеd, hanging by a thread
Say it, say it
Your lies made us bеlievers

I'm losing my patience
Some people never learn
I'm losing my patience
So take your offers and let them fucking burn

Once respected, now just hated, ooh
This is the hell you created

So why don't you say it? Say it
Your lies made us believers
Say it, say it
You looked away when we were
Living in the red, hanging by a thread
Say it, say it
Your lies made us believers

(It must be nice, isn't it?)
(Sitting in your castles dressed like kings)
(It must be nice in the end)
(To feel like the world's beneath your feet)

The moss will grow on your goddamned gravestone
Because you'll spend your last years alone
It's not a burnt bridge, because you're fucking broke
You offered the promised land
But you're a fucking joke, a fucking joke

Say it, say it
Your lies made us believers
Say it, say it
You looked away
So why don't you say it? Say it
Your lies made us believers
Say it, say it
You looked away when we were
Living in the red, hanging by a thread
Say it, say it
Your lies made us believers

Fuck your pulpit and fuck what you preach