10.22

What a tragic affection to harbour

A soul is seeking salvation to squander

Such a beautiful burden to bear alone

I know

Rants and fictions of violence

Breaking the silence

Hiding the wake of our deception

Guarding desperate secrets buried below

And you know

Tell me again you're f**ked up excuses

Dying fighting a life of abuse

When fame is your game

You say I'm to blame

But you know

But you know

This moment carries my last hesitation

Seducing anger to haste my separation

This solemn piece of a guilty net it grows

So cold

Your every breath now strengthens my affliction

My tears have faded

All hope of your conviction

You were never the martyr you pretended to be

And you know

Tell me again you're f**ked up excuses

Dying fighting a life of abuse

When fame is your game

You say I'm to blame

But you know

But you know

Tell me again you're f**kless excuses

Holding on at the end of the noose

When fame is your game

You say I'm to blame

But you know

But you know

Tell me again you're f**ked up excuses

Dying fighting a life of abuse

When fame is your game

You say I'm to blame

But you know

But you know

You know