Red

Now I'm free, you goddamned leech Fuck your pulpit, and fuck what you preach You may have the world at your feet But nothing in this life is concrete You're self-indulgent at my expense So let me give you my two cents It must be nice, isn't it? Sitting in your castles dressed like kings It must be nice in the end To feel like the world's beneath your feet So why don't you say it? Say it Your lies made us believers Say it, say it You looked away when we were Living in the rеd, hanging by a thread Say it, say it Your lies made us bеlievers I'm losing my patience Some people never learn I'm losing my patience So take your offers and let them fucking burn Once respected, now just hated, ooh This is the hell you created So why don't you say it? Say it Your lies made us believers Say it, say it You looked away when we were Living in the red, hanging by a thread Say it, say it Your lies made us believers (It must be nice, isn't it?) (Sitting in your castles dressed like kings) (It must be nice in the end) (To feel like the world's beneath your feet) The moss will grow on your goddamned gravestone Because you'll spend your last years alone It's not a burnt bridge, because you're fucking broke You offered the promised land But you're a fucking joke, a fucking joke Say it, say it Your lies made us believers Say it, say it You looked away So why don't you say it? Say it Your lies made us believers Say it, say it You looked away when we were Living in the red, hanging by a thread Say it, say it Your lies made us believers Fuck your pulpit and fuck what you preach