Give Up

Give up

Loss ain't the same as a religion

Burning the flame for a reaction

Its tempting, and faith can be misleading

We're bending the rules of you

Greed, as foolish as grief, and they don't give up

We're trying, it's late, and they want to kill us

Something along the lines of spilled guts

They'll sell us for gold and youth

There ain't no jury now

The context of conscious deceit becomes of interest

They're screaming at me... I've got to kill this

It's deeper than me, or how I'm feeling

It's easy to see its all misleading

We're fleeing the scene without the meaning

Without the meaning

We've got to kill this