I've always tried for the best I never wanted everything to end up so confusing If all my life is a test I never thought that God would find my failure
much time I've lost Dwelling on the mistakes I've made My soul has paid the price Times are hard in the perma fade I never see things right [Chorus] Is my soul
to keep the demons out Everyone in the store hashas shut thier little mouths Except when to say, "look how much we saved" And all we have to do is smile
The air is cold im getting old And going nowhere This job is shit T wanna quit But money is scarce I'm on my knees begging please but you don't care
Hey record company, do you need a hit Cause I need a hit too, to give me a different view Hey Mr. Producer do you need a hit Cause I want a hit too,
Never questioned anything about the way that you were raised Keep your life so plain, everything the same Every sunday take your kids to church just
in the end [chorus] Thats why I hate the smiles and I hate the flies That buzz around the bullshit I can't wait to die so all the mouths Of the vultures
the blood of the working class Martyrs bleed until spoken to Vultures get fat from the harness coup Revolution another empty promise, of the leftist elite Frustration another soul
the blood of the working class Martyrs bleed until spoken to Vultures get fat from the harness coup Revolution another empty promise of the leftist elite Frustration another soul
in the blood of the working class Martyrs bleed until spoken to Vultures get fat from the harness coup Revolution another empty promise of the leftist elite Frustration another soul