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Paroles
Not a hostage, not a scapegoat
Not a thing wrong, except you're cutthroat
So get your hands up before the boat sinks
'Cause this ain't one for all, yeah, this is groupthink
We got a ways to go, we need a stepping stone
I guess we're on our own, ain't that a bitch, though?
We got a ways to go, we need a stepping stone
I guess we're on our own, ain't that a bitch, though?
Tell me the truth or tell me a lie
Tell me what I've gotta say to get out of this room alive
Show me the answers or give me a cluе
There's not enough spacе in the miles between me and you
Oh, no, here we go
Here come the saints of violence and innuendo
So, tell me the truth, are you really surprised?
You live in a world where empathy goes to die
Kill the rich kids, shoot the sad boy
Stab the pretty girl, go buy some new toys
Not a hostage, not a scapegoat
Not a thing wrong, except you're cutthroat
We got a ways to go, we need a stepping stone
I guess we're on our own, ain't that a bitch, though?
We got a ways to go, we need a stepping stone
I guess we're on our own, ain't that a bitch, though?
Tell me the truth or tell me a lie
Tell me what I've gotta say to get out of this room alive
Show me the answers or give me a clue
There's not enough space in the miles between me and you
Oh, no, here we go
Here come the saints of violence and innuendo
So, tell me the truth, are you really surprised?
You live in a world where empathy goes to die
Not a hostage, not a hostage
Not a hostage, not a scapegoat
Not a scapegoat, not a scapegoat
Tell the truth, tell the truth
Tell me the truth or tell me a lie
Tell me what I've gotta say to get out of this room alive
Show me the answers or give me a clue
There's not enough space in the miles between me and you
Oh, no, here we go
Here come the saints of violence and innuendo
So, tell me the truth, are you really surprised?
You live in a world where empathy goes to die
Tell the truth, tell the truth
Tell the truth, tell the truth
Writer(s): Brent Smith, Eric Bass
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