Lyrics
Tragedy
Is what they see
A sadder song they write for our grief
Amnesty
Pardon me
If I don't take part in the play you've made for me
I'll bet you think I don't know what's coming for me
But I'll be here waiting to watch you crumble
I won't forget all those times I hated myself
I've got no more time for your kind
Murdering
Perjuring
Acting so devout but you're never clean
Make the rules
Use your tools
You cannot shut the light out forever
I'll bet you think I don't know what's coming for me
But I'll be here waiting to watch you crumble
I won't forget all those times I hated myself
I've got no more time for your kind
I'll bet you think I don't know what's coming for me
But I'll be here waiting to watch you crumble
I won't forget all those times I hated myself
I've got no more time for your kind
I'll bet you think I don't know what's coming for me
But I'll be here waiting to watch you crumble
I won't forget all those times I hated myself
I've got no more time for your kind
Writer(s): Sam Friedman
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