Boysetsfire - This Crying, This Screaming, My Voice Is Being Born

Blame - Live at Eleven

Broadcast, talking words, real words, painful words
Makes you look so cheap
You can't stand on your own, and I have ceased to care
Digging, digging deeper
Digging for your precious heir
Discredit, the job's too easy and so painful
Way too fucking real
The dirt is on your hands, the blood is on your hands
And I can see right through them
You're only a receptacle for me, respectability
Is the weapon of the in scene
Dirt is law, new is wrong, can't we just let all this fall
Out of our laps again
How many sorries does it take
Well I'm sorry, yeah so sorry
That you just, that you weren't cool enough
Lies, time, pray for your inheritance, preys on your life

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Writer(s): Matthew Krupanski, Nathan Gray, Joshua Latshaw, Charles W. Istvan, Darrell Hyde
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