A Fool's Parade
Hands tight, the tide has turned and you know it
Burned down, 'cause no one's buying your story
Can't hide, the gallow's waiting to hold you
You're nevermore, you're nevermore
The cross of love, the wrench of reliance
Or shall I weigh all the shame?
I don't need your praise or your blame
It's only how it fits your game
So shut your face
Stop pretending like you don't know
When all is said
You're still searching ways to burn my name
I hate your face
Your crusade is just a fool's parade
A fool's parade, a fool's parade
So shut your face
Your crusade is just a fool's parade
A fool's parade
Don't lie, don't pretend to be sorry
Sweet smiles, while dominoes keep falling
No doubt, it's all for your own glory
Your perfect storm, your perfect storm
The cross of love, the wrench of reliance
Or shall I weigh all the shame?
I don't need your praise or your blame
It's only how it fits your game
So shut your face
Stop pretending like you don't know
When all is said
You're still searching ways to burn my name
I hate your face
Your crusade is just a fool's parade
A fool's parade, a fool's parade
(You will not make me)
Doubt myself
You even don't know who you are
So don't blame the ones around you
So shut your face
Stop pretending like you don't know
When all is said
You're still searching ways to burn my name
I hate your face
Your crusade is just a fool's parade
A fool's parade, a fool's parade
A fool's parade
A fool's parade
A fool's parade
Burned down, 'cause no one's buying your story
Can't hide, the gallow's waiting to hold you
You're nevermore, you're nevermore
The cross of love, the wrench of reliance
Or shall I weigh all the shame?
I don't need your praise or your blame
It's only how it fits your game
So shut your face
Stop pretending like you don't know
When all is said
You're still searching ways to burn my name
I hate your face
Your crusade is just a fool's parade
A fool's parade, a fool's parade
So shut your face
Your crusade is just a fool's parade
A fool's parade
Don't lie, don't pretend to be sorry
Sweet smiles, while dominoes keep falling
No doubt, it's all for your own glory
Your perfect storm, your perfect storm
The cross of love, the wrench of reliance
Or shall I weigh all the shame?
I don't need your praise or your blame
It's only how it fits your game
So shut your face
Stop pretending like you don't know
When all is said
You're still searching ways to burn my name
I hate your face
Your crusade is just a fool's parade
A fool's parade, a fool's parade
(You will not make me)
Doubt myself
You even don't know who you are
So don't blame the ones around you
So shut your face
Stop pretending like you don't know
When all is said
You're still searching ways to burn my name
I hate your face
Your crusade is just a fool's parade
A fool's parade, a fool's parade
A fool's parade
A fool's parade
A fool's parade
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Yarmak, Daniel Gibson, Robert Westerholt, Sharon Den Adel
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